Yikes! The word is in--your girl has gained five-plus pounds, and it's probably all in chocolate. Maybe she needs to borrow Daughter-in-Law's treadmill, but the last time your girl went on a treadmill, she adjusted the speed wrong, went flying off the back, and ended up with bruises and a black eye.
Fiorella and Sonia are alone in the house today, and it feels weird. Why isn't she hearing Granddaughter singing up to high, high C, the kiddie TV advertising glamorous plastic dolls, Daughter-in-law working away in one corner of the home office, and Son L working away in the other? Ah, well--now your girl can concentrate on Lolly's story. Yeah, Fio knows she's been promising it for ages, but this time, she'll deliver. No more deaths, no more family infights, no more winter freezes, no more moving problems....she hopes.
Taking a break from romance, she (Fio, not Doggie) went through some of the things in the front parlor that had been laid aside and forgotten about--like her Mom's Brownie activities and the Easter decorations the family always used. Of course, Fiorella cried--will anyone else ever cherish them like she does?
Lolly's first chapter is reading pretty good, but your girl needs to look at a couple of more recent romances to be sure she has the right "swing."
This is the first time Fiorella and Doggie have been left along in the house all day--wondering if Son and his wife are taping us "just to be sure."
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