Years ago, when an older, childless friend of hers told Fiorella that her dog's name was Sean, and that it was Irish for "son," your Fiorella, always the pedant, thoughtlessly corrected her, explaining that "Sean" was simply the Irish form of "John."
Fiorella hopes she is more sensitive nowadays. We all need the comfort of our illusions.
Wednesday, January 28, 2015
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