From La Chimenea to Weird

As in everything else, when it comes to feeding el fuego en la chimenea, Fio prefers the weird-- branches that twist and turn, the ones with bark still on them--the ones that call themselves to her attention.🙃
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Out of vulgar curiosity, Fiorella's been trying to trace down a guy she used to date in high school. He was very bright and, most of us thought, destined to make it big, but she can find neither head nor hair of him through computer searches. On the other hand, if you research Fio through her alternative identity, she's made quite a splash.😊
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For years, Fio thought badly of her mother-in-law for being angry at her husband when he "died and left her," but now, in her own bereavement, Fio understands. M-in-L's anger was a way of dealing with unbearable sorrow, just as Fiorella is dealing with her own sorrow by being constantly active. 💗
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Looking good--we all want to. From the moment we are born, we are complimented on how cute , handsome, or pretty we are. Everywhere we go, we know we are being judged on how we look. It's not just our faces, figures, and wardrobe choices, but our possessions--cars, houses, lawns, etc. It's a shallow judgment, but the only way to prevent it would be for everyone to go blind.  😕
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Suddenly this afternoon, Fiorella suddenly understood that we are, each one of us, everywhere we've ever been at the same time we are wherever we are now. (That's the sort of enlightenment that made Mother say, "You think too much.") 😧