Behind the Venue, My Husband Handed Me a Scrapbook Pulled From the Dumpster

me some marks might always be there,” she said. “I told her that might be a good thing.”

Emma reached out and touched the corner of the book carefully.

“Will you still care what your friends think?” she asked.

Barbara shook her head slowly. “I’ve lost most of them,” she said. “It turns out that when you build relationships on appearances, they don’t survive continue reading …