Be glad you weren't in Fiorella's house in the early morning--all of a sudden, a shrill whistle sounded off and, convinced, as usual, that she had caused the problem, your girl grabbed at every electronic item she could find--her telephone, the remote, and her clock--and tried to stifle them, but to no effect. The whole house came awake--Son L, his wife, his daughter, the dog, and the cats, and Son was able to trace the shrieks to the light fixtures, then the fire alarm, but it took a good two hours for him to silence everything down. Ah, suburban living....
Fio has cleared out most of her paperbacks except for some sexy favorites that she'll be consulting when working on Lolly's story. Yeah, that's the sort of books your girl writes....
While visiting brother Bill and his wife today, Fiorella got very lonely for Mother. Why do good people have to die?
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