Fiorella's parents grew up in a judgmental era, and her mother was was prone to anger--at people, objects, and fate. She growled in disgust when Fiorella couldn't flap a bedsheet correctly, came after Fio with a yardstick if she said "Just a minute" once too often, resented the doctor giving her just six months to live while her one-year-older cousin was flying high, wide and handsome.
Fiorella prefers a more peaceful existence, dead or alive.
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