Fio watched a spell-binding TV show last night in which a handsome young vampire won out over a gross older vampire who, with his last words, told the hero that he (the villain) was his (the hero's) father. Sound familiar? Hello, Darth Vader .....
As you know, Fiorella is trying to pull herself together, she's happy to tell you that she's moving right along on the physical front, with only her knee and her nasal congestion to go, but not doing as well as she'd like on the psychological and personal front. She still doesn't have any local new friends so Son L has helped her get in touch with a program that hopefully will give her some solace.
In the meantime, your girl is preparing for the knee surgery on Thursday by dodging in and out of the local hospital to get Lovenox shots. Neither she nor Son L can puncture skin so Fio has hire faithful Chariot to transport her.
Like everyone else in the country, Fiorella has been glued to the TV screen for the last couple of days. Apparently, Trump was trying to slither over from president to dictator and even his daughter tried to dissuade him--or so she says with wide-eyed innocence.
Getting back to Darth Vader et al, your girl is mulling around the idea of writing her own version of the hero/villain relationship plot. Hmmmmmm.........
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