The Words. Her Words.

SHE makes the promises easily. She doesn't have to consider. What will become of them, after all? Nothing. That's what. One big fat nothing. What did promises mean anyway.
She makes the promises easily, now. She wonders if that's a bad thing; if she should be sticking to what her Mama always told her was right. But surely if that meant agonizing over decisions and pain and loss of trust and all of those bad things, surely, surely it would be better to take the easy way out?