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The deposit was equal to the rent check, and the landlord made her write two, to the same person twice for the same amount. "It goes into a different account," the landlord said. "Escrow." And so she complied, writing double the amount, twice, for two bank accounts, to one person, just to be sure.
3/25/14
“Sweetie, this church was built by pierogi,” the woman said, never once stopping to raise her eyes. I’d asked how many pierogies she’d made over her lifetime. I glanced around the parish hall. All those dollars spent on dough and cabbage, molded into half-moons by old ladies’ fingers. All for this.
"Sweetie, this church was built by pierogi," the woman said, never once stopping to raise her eyes. I'd asked how many pierogies she'd made over her lifetime. I glanced around the parish hall. All those dollars spent on dough and cabbage, molded into half-moons by old ladies' fingers. All for this.
She was a loud girl, louder than most. And she'd say things her classmates wouldn't, so she wouldn't have to say the thing she wanted to say, to say the thing that would get her in trouble. She liked the attention without the consequence. And when you boil it all down, who doesn't?
Response to 3/23/14: Selective
She finally chose. No cake was perfect–good enough, right enough. No lemon or chocolate for her. Fondant was out. And yet she needed to choose. And so she opted out of cake and went with pie instead.
She was a loud girl, louder than most. And she'd say things her classmates wouldn't, so she wouldn't have to say the thing she wanted to say, to say the thing that would get her in trouble. She liked the attention without the consequence. And when you boil it all down, who doesn't?
Not sure how this became a wedding cake story but there it is. My first story post! What fun!