Rejoining the world slowly but surely, Fiorella has remade contact with good friend Paula, who now lives in Vermont. They met each other while teaching at University of Texas many years ago and bonded instantly--two women with the same sense of humor. It's a wonder the college tolerated them--or that the coffee shops didn't throw them out into the street!
If you ask what Fio is doing this very instant, she will tell you that she is squeezed on the floor between her bedstead and the wall because Sonja Dog has claimed the bed and your girl, who is writing, needs to be as far away as possible from her granddaughter's squealing play group which is playing dolls in her next-door bedroom. Fiorella doesn't remember this aspect of grandmothering.
Hold your breath, Fiorella is starting up on Lolly again, but if it doesn't jell, she's got a vampire to fall back on. It was the first romance your girl ever wrote and she didn't know how to sell it back then, but now she has writing friends who know the ropes. (Shh--the vampire setting is small town in Pennsylvania which her paternal family knew well.)
It looks like there's some hope that Fio can recover from the snowstorm, etc. Not only has she been lined up with several very nice people who come to the house to talk with her, but they've also given her their telephone numbers.
We've got Prime Video back on the TV now, but Fiorella made the mistake of celebrating it by watching a three hour show that was gory to the extreme. It's a good thing that a Mastiff sleeps by her side every night.
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