Chapter 16
Every Bitch Has Her Day
Not most bitches.
Not the lucky ones.
Every bitch.
Eventually, her day comes.
The Collie crossed the finish line. Nobody handed her a crown.
Nobody needed to.
The Long Bitch Run
Most bitches imagine their day arriving all at once.
A parade. A promotion.
A perfect romance. A standing ovation.
A lottery ticket.
Life rarely cooperates. Most victories arrive disguised as ordinary Tuesdays.
The deserving bitch notices.
The Bitch Gets Her Timing Right
A funny thing happens with age.
The bitch stops asking: when will my day come? And starts asking: what shall I do with it?
A subtle shift. An important one.