This is one of those mornings when Fio's fiendish brain chooses to dredge up every stupid, idiotic thing she's ever done in her life--and there are plenty to choose from.
They date back to the time when she was three years old and grabbed the wrong woman's hand in a department store. Fio's has finally forgiven herself for that gaffe--mothers' hands all looked alike to her at that stage.
Then there are the ones when she was trying to help someone else, like the time a friend asked her to sing the high note at the end of the song with her, which Fio did--one measure too soon.
And when she was curious, like the time . . . . But she's not ready to own up to that one yet.
Monday, May 7, 2012
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