Tracy’s a planner. She plans meals by the week, vacations, work promotions, weekend shopping trips. Nothing gets by her unplanned. The only thing she can’t plan for is how she will die.
But Tracy has a plan for that.
She carries a sealed envelope downstairs and stands it up against a bouquet of fresh tulips.
Back in her bedroom, she confirms with her neighbor that he’ll let her dog out in the morning as they discussed.
Satisfied, she swallows three pills with a glass of scotch, lays her head on the pillow, and goes to sleep.
Peacefully, as planned.
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