I reread And Then There Were None, quite sure I remembered the murderer from reading it as a teen.
I “remembered” the wrong murderer. The ending was a genuine surprise. 🤣 With poor memory, you can be forever entertained.
i’m so grateful for the times when i’m included, like when someone saves me a seat, invites me even if i can’t go, or asks me to join a group photo. these simple gestures mean a lot to me. it’s the little things that matter most. they don’t cost anything but mean everything