Some things in this world are unconditional. This is something that Nona M knows. For instance, she knows that McDonald's burgers will always be unconditionally bad for you, but that the Double Quarter Pounder with cheese will always be unconditionally delicious. (And it will, unconditionally, never be called a Whole Pounder with cheese. That would be too much for the American brain to process.)
She also knows that she will always, unconditionally, want to write. She knows that there will always be someone who is more talented at writing than her, and that she will unconditionally tell herself that they are either full of themselves or unable to grasp the true intention of writing (whatever she is telling herself that is for the week.)
But her concept of the unconditional didn't extend much past that.
"It's not every day you get the chance to see a Romero flick in the theaters." He had slipped into the coffee shop and up to her table without her knowledge. He was either very steal