Michelle couldn’t go back now. She wish she just went with Kenneth and Vela to the park. Maybe they could have gotten fried chicken from a store or something. But no, she just chose to make grits. Those grits that burned on a gas stove. A gas stove she forgot to turn on a vent. The gas got her, sent her into a deep sleep.
Now she’s sitting on the couch, her sundress slightly wrinkled, her hair a ...
