The dentist told Fio she has small teeth, which is lucky because then they fit inside what his assistant told her is a very small mouth. (Strange--Fio's always been told she has a big mouth. Guess appearances can be deceiving.)
Fio got distracted yesterday and ended up driving the wrong way into a one-way street, then into another one to set everything to rights. Thank you to all the drivers who honked warnings and even stopped dead in their tracks as she came at them. What distracted her? She was thinking up new threads for her current oeuvre. Now you know why you should never ride with Fio.
Fudge mallows and Spanish peanuts--they're a cure-all--good for the brain and for the
body. Fio's energy revived, and she slept well too.
Most writers' romances reflect a more sanguine view of life than Fiorella's do. That's why hers are called dark. She's realistic.