After Sunday dinner, while the others cleaned, talked or dealt with children, I sat down in a recliner matching the one that Rodney was in. I inhaled deeply and leaned forward, my elbows resting on my knees.
It's a cold and drizzly day when the lady comes into our office. She's bawling and has a limp towel in her arms. Less than five minutes before she bust through our door, she was calm and collected, on her way to work. Then life happened, and the car in front of her hit a cat.