The beautiful design on the antique cigar box was fading at the corners.
It was from her fingers, she knew, her nightly ritual of checking the lists she kept in it.
Andrea Trescott felt like it might be a sign to start addressing the third list: T.T.D.I T.F.
Things to Do in the Future.
The bright red on the cigar box, dissipated to pale pink, told her the future was now.
She unfolded the list.
Some of the selections were unpleasant, some rather whimsical, some could even be crossed out. Breast Augmentation Consultation was one that could be easily crossed out.
She had reconsidered that one long ago.
Andrea picked up a pen and twiddled it. No, she wouldn’t be going up a cup size, but she wouldn’t cross it out either, remind herself that idea was once important to her, and chuckle at it.
She went further up the list, reading from the bottom up.
Brussels.
Yes, goddamnit, they should go to Brussels this summer.
Three entries above Brussels was “Tell Lana the truth about the Ring.”
Had they not done that?
Lana was nearly fourteen now.
Andrea’s engagement ring hadn’t been a controversy…really, since the brief moment in time when it was.
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