You Get So Few of Them

Lynette Scavo had a dream that night.
It was one she had many times before.

“Hey, Mary Alice, are you okay?”
“Yes. Thank you. I’m fine.”
“Okay. I’ll see you later.”

But, this night, something changed.

“No, you’re not. I can tell... Please, tell me, what’s wrong. Let me save you.”
“You can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Sweetie, We cannot prevent what we cannot predict.”
“Isn’t there anything I can do?”
“Yes. Yes. You enjoy this beautiful day. We get so few of them.”