Priorities.

Have a good day.

I stood in the vestibule with my hands shaking so hard the cheap lilies shed pollen onto my rented bodice.

I did not cry, though I wanted to.

I had spent my whole life not crying where my family could see it, and the habit held even now, when the family was not there to see anything at all.

Priorities. I have turned that word over more times than I can count.