Told in The Garden District

 

Each sip takes me further out of this house and closer to death.  I hate my husband but I’m too afraid to leave him the regular way.  The children are so demanding.  They are not, as I tell my friends, “Little buckets of love.”  So, I will sit here and sip, and sip, and sip until I go away.  Suicide by sweet tea.

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  1. How do you think of these things???😅

    Peace and Many Blessings! Michael

    On Tue, Aug 1, 2017 at 1:40 PM, tales from the quarter wrote:

    > DeAnne Spicer Todd posted: “Told in The Garden District Each sip takes > me further out of this house and closer to death. I hate my husband but > I’m too afraid to leave him the regular way. The children are so > demanding. They are not, as I tell my friends, “Little buckets ” >

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  2. I can imagine this feeling in the Garden District on a hot New Orleans summer day. Drink the tea then take a ride on the St. Charles Streetcar at sunset.

    Thanks for sharing.

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