“Aw, mom, you would love her. She’s.. um, she’s like, so smart. And religious. She’s spending all day in church, I know she would be here if she could, mom. But, Jesus calls.”
Angela slowly drove past the beet farm. She remembered last year’s Christmas. Dwight had taken her to the midnight mass, and then they’d gone back to the farm together. When the sun rose the next morning, she was reminded of Jesus’ love.She turned around, back to her cats and her empty apartment. She would call Andy at a reasonable time tomorrow. That was what girlfriends do.