one sudden death and one month’s grieving

Now about this time I reckon you’re asking yourself, “Does that girl’s life just up and stop when the radio waves go silent?”

And this would be my answer for you: In a manner of speaking, yes.

See, here’s what happened to me round ’bout three weeks ago when I’d just coaxed an ornery hen into giving up her goods. (The truth is I tricked her a bit with an old slight of hand Ben taught me once.) Aunt Kitty came slamming out the screen door, hollerin’ my name like I was somewhere in the next county ’stead of just across the yard.

“Time for school!” is what she said next.

Well, my summer just up and died a sudden and horrible death in that moment, and I’ll tell you I’ve spent the better part of a month grieving it’s passing and trying to accept the truth of it all.