Afternoon
Trying to stretch the uncomfortable moodlets away. "Ughhhhhh!" Her body was absolutely revolting against her.
Withdrawal symptoms didn't care you were on a peaceful farm trying to recover and heal. Where was the coke??? The Mimosa???? The parties???!!!
Ruth came over to check on her. She came over with a sweet smile and eyes that said, she knew..
"You're doing good sweetie, better than you think."
"Miss Ruth the struggle is so real right now," her lips poked out.
"And it will get better. Remember one thing at a time. Let's have lunch out here on the patio. I'll warm up my Gumbo that I'm sure your stomach will appreciate."
And Ruth was right, that gumbo tasted like she put her whole soul into it.
But she wished, then even prayed that the ice tea she was drinking with it turned into a mimosa. Didn't Jesus turn water into wine...or however it went???
