The last time – twig and feather

When I walked into the kitchen this morning and saw that straw sticking out of a too-short cup, my first thought was, That is absolutely the last time I buy straws. They irritate me. I suppose I could trace it back to those curly, loop-de-loop straws I bought way back when the kids were younger. Of course, the kids did use them — all the time, and for every conceivable liquid.

The Last Time.

I switched to cheap, straight straws — and a different irritation. So, yes, this morning I felt irritated. Of those three, Jessie was the oldest girl. One night her father teased her. The day after that conversation, the kids had a scheduled day off of school.

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Jessie decided to drive over to the church and take communion before she started her day. Her dad was happy to see her there, and touched when, after communion, she stood and shared a verse. When she finished, she looked at her dad and winked. Jessie left then and went home to ask her brother, Peter-John, if he wanted to go out for breakfast with her.

Jessie then went into the kitchen to say good bye to Tammy. Jessie left the house.