Monday after Easter
Uncle Albert doesn’t go to church on Easter Sunday. Too many hypocrites in one place, he says. He prefers the smaller number we have on a regular Sunday. But he wanted to know what the sermon was about.
I shrugged. “I lost track,” I said. “Sorry.”
“Christ has risen, spring is sprung, love is all,” Roz said. “Butterflies,” her fingers fluttering.
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