Very long for the start of a story; once I find focus, maybe I'll know what to cut. Robin was turning forty-three on the day of her daughter's orchestra performance at the high school. There was no time to bake cakes; the presents from her husband and kids sat ribboned in shine on the floor where she'd sit to open them, if there wasn't too much homework to do when the performance ended, if her husband stayed awake long enough, if she really wanted to acknowledge turning forty-three. The day could... read more
