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Fiorella is heavy laden. All by herself, she has to get the sprinkler system repaired, the back-yard erosion fixed, the taxes figured out, the inside of the house painted, the doors and cabinets brought up to snuff, and figure out what she can hire her yard man to do so his family can eat regularly
   She's also having a problem with being alone all the time. It wasn't so bad when Husband died because she could drive out to grocery shop and visit with friends, but the virus has changed everything. Fio's only face-to-face contact now is with her children when they bring groceries to her front porch every two weeks--and it's hard to carry on a meaningful conversation through a door, even though it is glass.
   Social media doesn't help. Fiorella is on Facebook every day, but its major topics seem to be the virus and Trump, neither of which she is fond of. TV doesn't help either. News shows just echo FB, and she's yet to find an entertainment show on the level of Big Bang Theory.
   You'd think that, with nothing to disturb her, Fio would be cranking books out like sausage, but actually, when left totally alone, she spends most of her time reviewing every dumb, stupid thing she's ever said or done in her life--which are multitude.
  
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