Birds of Pray
A woman, her church, and some birds . . .
10 AM Saturday morning. Supper Club day. Wanda would be hosting the group of eight that evening. She always relished hosting days. The chance to show everyone the modest home where she and Dean still lived despite his apparent career success. It was the home where they’d raised their children. Only the second home they’d ever owned. It was paid for and nicely furnished, but clearly modest. At least according to what they could afford.