Darren’s Dilemma

                                                               

“This is just what we wanted. It’s perfect for us. The backyard is huge and the walking trails are two minutes away.” Jane was so excited; her husband, Darren wasn’t.

“Honey, it’s so far from my office, and the living room is so small. You wanted a fireplace too.”

“That’s true.” Jane looked deflated.

“Look, let’s sleep on it.  Tomorrow’s another day. We still have two more houses to visit.

Darren woke up refreshed, but Jane never got out of bed. What he did that night was hard, but telling Jane he had lost his job would have been even harder.

Maggie’s Skill

                                                          

It wasn't that Maggie enjoyed playing her skillful game every Tuesday.  It’s just that she couldn't stop

herself from doing it.  The first time she did it, she was eleven – just four months after her mother had died.

Now twenty-two, she was a pro. And even though there were no fans to cheer her on, she didn’t mind.

Still, she missed not being able to brag about it to her friends or show them her trophies. That would be dangerous.

She could easily ply her craft in any city, and at any age.  Maggie was a great shoplifter.