Two Jokes and a Tease

Thank goodness that Fiorella has three credit cards because she called the wrong one in as being lost, then cut up the right one before she realized her mistake, which has left her with just one card till the replacements arrive later this week. Got all that?
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The dining room table is clearing off more and more, especially since mi hijo menor, who used to work at Schwab, visited Fiorella el sabado (ayer) and talked to the telephone people at Ameritrade in investment-eeze.
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Here, Fio will give you an excerpt from one of her unpublished books:

       Tally stretched an arm behind her head and considered the situation. It was good of Aunt Beth to have Grandma come live with her in Philadelphia, but it must have been hard for Babushka to leave her home town. The Skibas had deep roots in Minetown, witness the number of family headstones Tally had counted in the cemetery this morning.
       Well, one thing was for certain. She herself would never end up under a headstone in the well-populated grounds behind the little church topped by onion domes--and she wouldn't end up anywhere else either.
       He eyelids were heavy now and her brain was getting fuzzzy. Curling up in the middle of the queen-sized be, she pulled the covers over her head for total darkness. When she awoke later tonight, she'd drink half pint of blood from the Igloo container next to the bed, then walk the dark, comforting night.
       Alone.