These shoes belonged to My Marta long ago. The P Lutheran needs no carbon dating to tell me that she wore these during her junior high school days. I read the writing on the wall of the shoe where it says “Kirsten (BFF)” and I know these were the days when she and Kirsten were inseparable. She must have been fond of these shoes as they are frayed and torn from marching band and walking miles and miles of school aisles.
When I look at her shoes I wonder if My Marta was ever a cat burglar. Never mind these are the exact type of shoes needed for sneaking across a tile roof but the length of those shoestrings would make it easy for her to rappel down an outside wall of the governor’s mansion, jimmy a window lock, liberate his cats while leaving a whoopie cushion on his easy chair.
Read this ===> No, My Marta would never do anything like this.
Two are better than one,
because they have a good return for their labor:
If either of them falls down,
one can help the other up.
But pity anyone who falls
and has no one to help them up.
Also, if two lie down together, they will keep warm.
But how can one keep warm alone?
Though one may be overpowered,
two can defend themselves.
A cord of three strands is not quickly broken.