Wednesday, March 29, 2017
When Fiorella was about five years old, her major playmate was Diane Woodhall, who lived across the street. One day, there was a stranger in Diane's backyard, her uncle Adam, who occupied himself by talking to Diane, Fio, and the other two Woodhall kids for a while, then asked if we had ever found a four-leaf clover. We all started looking for one in the spring grass and came up empty-handed, but Adam found one in seconds. Then he did it again. Fio suspected some sort of slight of hand, the kind of joke adults will play on children, and backed away. Never trust a trickster.