“Why do I feel so inadequate?”
Gloria Redbud stares at her friend in sympathy. Her long black hair contrasts perfectly with her alabaster skin. Smiling grimly, Gloria shakes her head.
“I don’t know Chrissy. It’s his loss though. You are the kindest, most good-hearted person I know.”
Gloria places her finger over her friend’s lips.
“No ma’am, there is no life in the what ifs. He left that is the bottom line. Now is the time for you to rise from the ashes. Get back on the horse that threw you sweetie.”
“Maybe not now, but one day you will.”
“What if I am doomed to fail?”
“Then you try again.”