Your girl tried to put on a good face yesterday, but it's all falling apart--literally. She slipped and took a a fall right outside of Walgreens and her right knee is all skinned up. At the same time, her left knee, which was already in bad shape, went into further bad shape. Then, when she got home, she got a call from her knee doctor's office telling her that she had to make preparations to go way out of town for her knee surgery. WHOA! She doesn't have that kind of transportation!
The end of May has not been good to Fio. The reminders of the UT Tower massacre hit her hard, and she's still trying to deal with them. The Texas Governor and his pals are all gun nuts so there's no help there so she's supporting Beto O'Rouark.
The rest of the time, she's trying to pull herself together. It's hard for her to play the piano with her left hand all bunged up (compliments of Walgreens pavement) but yesterday, she couldn't play at all--and it's better than being shot.
Son and his wife don't understand why Fio keeps crying and talking about the massacres, but they've had it lucky, and I'm happy for that. No one should have to go through this horror--but when one does, it sticks.
Maybe it would be easier for Fiorella if she had someone to talk to about it, but she's doesn't so she's writing to you--although, of course, your girl will never tell you everything.
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