Evelyn, Dorothy, Lolly, Fiorella, and The Caring Place

Fiorella drove to Austin in the morning, but didn't make contact with writing friend Evelyn as planned. Both of us got the time wrong. Hmm...was God protecting us against something? Fio always wonders.
     Later, Your Girl drove over to a neighborhood she used to live in and visited with Friend Dorothy, yet another writer friend. Dorothy's preference though, is the cold, hard facts of history rather than the anything-goes fiction which Fiorella favors.
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Speaking of Fiorella's writing, she does seem to be on track again. Her multiple first chapters of Lolly's story have been sorted out from the packs of other first chapters she's sorted out from her many, many Lolly info pages, and she intends to go through them this evening to see if there are any differences, then dump the repeats in the fireplace and light a match. Whoosh!
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Actually, whatever the situation is, she'll be rewriting some parts of said first chapter because she thinks she introduced too many new characters in it. Not that she'll cut out any of her darlings--just move them on to later chapters.
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Hooray for late afternoon naps! Fio awoke full of vim, vigor, and vitality, pulled those stirrups down from the back porch, went out front to finish off the porch, then went into the garage and poured another bag of rock salt into the water softener. Coming back to the kitchen, she sliced and wrapped the other salmon she had bought yesterday, cleaned up the kitchen counter, and put together another bag for The Caring Place.