When she left, Anita took Mom's valise, the round one with the wooden handle from Eaton's department store. Mom was furious. She'd had it on hold at the store for weeks while she earned enough to ... [+]
Discordia, goddess of.
I pray to thee humbly.
I ask thee to sow thy seeds of unrest.
Lest we forget.
Peace—be her deceit of harmony, a semblance of good.
Lest we forget.
In the absence of contention breeds contentment.
In the absence of conflict, naivety.
Misplaced trust, in the goodness of people,
bespeaks the human fallacy in itself.
I beg thee to heed this prayer.
Amen.
I pray to thee humbly.
I ask thee to sow thy seeds of unrest.
Lest we forget.
Peace—be her deceit of harmony, a semblance of good.
Lest we forget.
In the absence of contention breeds contentment.
In the absence of conflict, naivety.
Misplaced trust, in the goodness of people,
bespeaks the human fallacy in itself.
I beg thee to heed this prayer.
Amen.
