i said please

[rose_rose]

As a little kid I was afraid of going to other people's houses for dinner. It wasn't the increased awareness of manners or exotic food that I feared, it was the slight possibility that my host would ask me to lead grace, potentially exposing my non-Christian upbringing. I didn't want to reveal that I didn't know the words, and I cringed at the thought of resorting to grandma's "i'm thankful for the birds that sing" song. Exactly one year ago I was at Camille's house and we had just sat down for breakfast. I looked over and she had her nose hovered an inch above her pancake.

"Why are you smelling your pancake?" She's a weird one, I tell ya.
"I'm praying, silly!" Boy am I dumb.

And then we looked at the melting snow and read Ebony.