not because of her ankle or because she felt sick, but because she had overheard all the sad things that people said about her. Personally she had stopped noticing all the things she started and never finished, but to hear it all said in one place in ear range.
Of course they didn't know she could hear them otherwise they never would have said those things. Why did she let Alexandria convince her that
"hearing this will be good for you, therapeutic"
When all it seemed to do was hurt her feelings or better yet, it made her glad that she didn't die today.
"Now I have a chance-"
"Everybody," Alexandria's voice interrupted Eleanor's thoughts, "can I have your attention, please! Eleanor will be arriving soon, so let's get ready to party. Follow me to the hill, thank you. Despite that fact that I planned this event here, I now think that dancing in a graveyard when you are perfectly happy is morbid, so follow me to a new location, thank you." And she lead them across the street to a strangers house, knocked on his door and asked if he would like to come to their party. Once he said yes, she promptly notified him that we are moving it to your front lawn, kissed him on the check and told the guitarist to start playing.
Eleanor watched from across the street.
(c) Jamillah Warner, www.gospelnerve.com, I got the nerve to say . . .
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