You always help me put things in perspective Ray,” I told him after our food arrived.

“No, Camille,” he laughed. “I point out the bullshit you avoid, make you step in it then I leave it up to you to figure out how to get it off your shoes.”

“I guess that’s why I’m never sure if I should thank you,” I said suddenly feeling lighter than I had in days. “There’s a lot of old shit on my shoes today.

Author: Elizabeth Munro