White Trash in the Snow
Cell phones aren’t designed for large, pudgy hands, and Mylene’s phone rang six times before she managed to extract it from her tight jeans and get it open. Barbara heard a familiar, nasally “Hell-o,” and launched right in to telling the latest prayer needs in the Saplin family. Mylene was a nurse at a small hospital about 20 minutes from Azzolla and Barb worked in medical billing at the same hospital. There was unspoken competition between them to be the first to have news about a death, an accident, or the someone’s biopsy – all done with a stated intention of seeking prayer. Mylene even learned to send text messages just for this purpose. Those fat fingers hit a lot of wrong letters, but she persevered. She was a saint, that Mylene Decker, and proud of it.