The End
Margie had expected her sister, Carol, to call. It was Christmas Day after all. But as the hours went by, and the phone stood silent, the realization that her sister had once again snubbed her began to take root. Why? What had Margie done? Those thoughts tumbled through her brain as she gathered her cup and saucer, poured the water she'd boiled over the tea bag, and sat down at the kitchen table. There, she spied the photo book she always liked to look at on holidays. The photos--all worn and faded at this point--reminded her that life hadn't always been so colorless and that at one time, she'd been happy. Or at least she thought she'd been happy... The trill of the telephone pushed through Margie's thoughts and her hands trembled as she reached for the receiver. "Hello?" Margie had forgotten to look at the Caller ID before she'd pushed the TALK button. "Margie, it's me, Rita." Margie's shoulders relaxed and she leaned back ...