this morning #77.

this morning, she did not wake up expecting to shoplift a honey ham from the supermarket. there was no other option though. tomorrow was her turn to host post-church sunday dinner with the extended family. though she hadn’t shared a single detail with them, it’d been three months since she’d lost her car dealership gig. nobody was buying cars these days. nobody was interested in hiring her. the contents of her bank account were swiftly swirling down the drain but keeping up appearances mattered, so she ended up with a hunk of pork hidden under her sundress. nobody was the wiser.