To Tell or Not to Tell
The sun blazed as the humid air made it hard for me to breathe. The beaded sweat fell relentlessly from my brow. I could feel my armpits moisture dripping slowly. Only one more block to go! I picked up the pace and encouraged myself with a quick thought of cool succulent watermelon slices. I left them in the cooler at the house before I took my evening run. Just as I was making my way to my door a car pulled into the cul-de-sac. I was not expecting anyone. The stranger approached me with an envelope in hand. “Mrs. Wilson?” he asked, timidly? ‘Yes, and you are?” Before I could finish inquiring about the nature of this contact he muttered, “You’ve been served.” And handed me the envelope. As he left I began to open the envelope. It was a summons to appear at court, my ex had gotten himself in some legal trouble. I don’t know how my presence will help with his case, but it was clear I had to ...