222/365 Mission Priest

"Hey there Laura," I wave in the grocery store parking lot.

"Hi Bridgett, what are your parents' names?"

I tell her and she nods, repeating them. "They sat behind us at church today."

"Yeah," I look up and away. "We skipped. Mission priests. I just can't do it."

She laughs at me. "It was long," she agrees.