OMG! OMG! OMG! Fiorella might have lost you forever if Son L, like a hero of old, had not been on site when she messed up the computer when she was trying to deal with the taxes. Girding his loins, Son went through the mess and straightened everything out--maybe not in the twinkling of an eye, but quite quickly.
Hey, hey! Fio has been practicing her singing almost every day lately, and it's in and out. She still isn't up to her top par yet, but with the other sopranos around her and her vibrato occasionally cutting through, she'll do okay. Now, if only her constant cold would go away. Snort, snort, croak......
The resident cat, a large white persian, seams to be trying to claim your girl's bedroom. Maybe she's a reincarnation of Fiorella's darling Sonja dog, whom your girl still mourns.
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