La Perra, El Hermano, Trump, La Amiga, El Espanol

Sonia Dog is a good listener, but not much of a conversationalist unless she wants (1) mas comida, (2) un leche-hueso, or (3) the top of the toilet raised so she can drink from the bowl.
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Bless Fiorella's abogado brother. Su hermano shepherded her through the winding ways of northwest Austin to find the death certificate headquarters, then stood in line with her for at least half an hour till Fio's turn at the bat came up. Of course, Fio, who is easily bored, talked to people up and down the line the whole time, even excercising her meager Spanish if appropriate--or not.
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Hey, hey, hey--must tell you that Fiorella, of course, had her DUMP TRUMP button pinned on her jacket the whole time, and she lots of got smiles, nods, and thumbs up. 😉😃😄
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Before her trip into bureacratic wonderland, Fio had lunch at Fish Daddy's with friend Susan Craig, a fellow romance writer who moved to the Houston area a while back. The food was good, the service was great (same waiter as the one Fiorella called down after the funeral), and the conversation was not only lively, but inspiring. Fiorella's chawing at the bit to start writing again, but it's hard to get  anything going when her computer eats up revisions and her printer has stopped working.
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Has Fiorella told you that she makes up little Spanish sentences (fraces en el espanol) in her head all the time? She doesn't have a big enough vocabulary (especialmente in regard to los verbos) to go full blast, but she'd like to think that big oaks from little acrorns grow.