Grace and I sit some more,
not talking.
Then Grace says:
“Sounds like things have been
rough lately, girlie.
Gotta ride it out. That’s what I do.
And go easy on yourself.”
I start to sniffle.
Grace turns. Lifts my chin.
Looks me in the eye.
“Life can be rough for
other people, too, y’know?”
I nod.
“Be gentle with other people, girlie.”
I nod.
She’s something.
Is Grace.