The alarm clock didn't go off that morning. She had failed a test in her best subject the day before getting a phone call announcing Ruth had miscarried again. Jimmy said some thing about things growing uneasy and awkward between them. Mario's leg was broken the following day by a speeding vehicle unaware of the little Terrier tripping across the road. Mr.Hunds informed her the internship was a no-go.
Midnight and she needed a snack. Cereal. Pulling her bowl out from under the teetering pile of dishes, she tried to be gentle. It stumbled and dropped to the floor, remaining in tact. She looked at it and had one of those once in a great while opportunities. She decided. Cry. Laugh. Be angry. But rather than do anything, Judith watched.
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