Embezzlement Normalcy Serial 12

Milly got up from the couch and walked to the kitchen.

She’d bring food for her and Ken.  Anything really.

Ken was not a fussy eater.  He was an old fashioned

meat and potatoes type.  Whatever she

put on his plate he would eat.  She wanted to give him

something.  To act as though everything was just

the way it had been before she heard he’d embezzled.

Before their whole life had changed.

Eggs and toast was what she decided.

She’d make eggs and toast.  Ken liked grape jam.

She’d give him that too.


Esther Cohen
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