Six days a week for the past thirty-three years, Rosie had wakened at 3:00 a.m. and gone to work at the bakery. Doughnuts needed an early start. This morning memories filled her thoughts when she turned the key and opened the door.
“Surprise!” her friends shouted. “Happy Birthday!” They sang the song as numbers 6 and 5 were lit on a cake.
Laughing, Rosie thanked them. She made a wish and blew.
“Will you retire now?” someone asked.
“What would I do?”
“Where would I go?”
“Las Vegas—white-hair heaven.”
She frowned. “I’m too old to start again.”
Now let’s read what the others wrote: