My First Post-Pandemic Gig Got Cancelled and It Wasn't Even Covid
When I was a child my parents took me to gigs. Maybe not the coolest ones because they had parent taste, but real shows. Asleep at the Wheel, Patty Loveless, the Chieftains. Later on they even drove me and my sister to other states to see certain boy bands that I’m not ready to name. We curled our hair, we waved, we shrieked. It was freaking glorious.
There was a holly tree by the door to the convent, frosty in the dark winter morning. Penny touched it. She had been told the Sisters’ hospital was never locked but still she waited outside, watching the thorny leaves take shape.