The Ballad of Brighid of Atlanta Chapter 1 | Page 4

We haven’t been doing this long, but we’re figuring it out. It’s
like when we were first married, or when the girls were born.

It seems like it’s this way with lots of intense things in life;
the ones that really matter are the ones that you can never
really be prepared for. The shock wears off quickly and you
either learn to cope ...

... or go down swinging.

You realize,
Larry, that I’ve got
NOTHING to wear to
work tomorrow!
Literally!

Really?
That was the
end of it?

Did I fucking
stutter? Do you
think I’m just speaking
Without thinking?
I’m completely out
of work clothes! They’re all torn!
Fucking blown apart! Shoes,
skirts, tops, drawers! What a week!

Jesus!