Fio lied. She'd said yesterday's fire would be the last one of the season, but actually, she's decided to BURN, BABY, BURN until all la lena in the hoops across the driveway runs out.
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What is it about a fire that fascinates Fiorella? Maybe it's that it's beautiful and horrible at the same time. Maybe it's that controlling a blaze is is like taming a lion--so interesting, so dangerous.
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Fiorella had a nice long-distance conversation with her only surviving cousin on her mother's side yesterday afternoon. And like all mothers, the main topic of their conversation was their daughters.
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Determined to get back into the writing game, Fio has bought two reams of pre-punched paper at Office Depot, hoping that hijo mayor can get her printer working again when he comes in March. Fiorella has a list of about ten other things she also needs help with, but don't tell him that.
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As Fiorella writes, Sonia Dog is cuddled up beside her on the couch, snoring away. Do the imprisoned children have dogs to love them? Does anyone love them?
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