Monday Morning Faith
Chapter One
My descent into madness began in the fall-October 13,
to be exact, which happened to be my birthday. The
dreaded fortieth. I was old enough for the bloom to be off the
rose, but still young enough to shrink from the AARP card
coming my way in another ten years.
How I reached the milestone so fast and how I could
feel so young on the inside and so ancient on the outside still
puzzled me. I used to be a brunette, but my hair was showing
touches of silver, and if those were laugh lines around my eyes,
I must have been having a better time than I'd realized.
I dried my hands on a paper towel and gave a final glance
in the restroom mirror. Johanna Holland, old maid. A tag I
hadn't planned on when I charted my life. I'd counted on the
bungalow, picket fence, loving husband, and two perfect children.
But here I was, aging so fast I couldn't catch my breath,
and so wrapped up in work and other things that marriage
was the last thing on my mind.
Sighing, I prepared to face my birthday festivities. Never
mind that I was the one who'd set up the community room
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