Status Updates From Blue Shoe

“She remembered lines she loved from a T. S. Eliot poem: ‘I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope, / For hope would be hope for the wrong thing.’”

“What would Jesus do? Roll his eyes and growl softly, as she was doing? She pictured Jesus and the men He lived with, whiny bachelors all—
‘Can I be first?’ ‘What about me, Lord?’—and saw Him sigh and head back up the mountain. Where could she go?”