Please forgive Fiorella for being late again. She had a rough day--not only did she get called in by the medical powers-that-be to get her blood tested, but it was also the day she did her own grocery shopping since she moved in, the day she tested her plan of engaging her former maid as her chauffeur to drive her wherever she need to go, and the day that was the nastiest weather she has seen this year. In fact it was so bad that when Fio finally arrived at her doctor's abode ONE HOUR LATE, she was the only patient in the office, and the (short) staff welcomed her with open arms. .
Your girl should also add that, sadly, her blood was NOT in good shape and so, when she got home, as instructed, she augmented her single little pink pill with another half pink pill. (If longevity depends on pills, Fiorella will live forever.)
In the meantime, Fio has to re-find her soprano voice up to F on the piano. Let's just hope the pills that your girl's neurologist told her had cured his own throat will cure hers. Cough, cough, snort....
What next? Well, Fiorella will continue to sing along with the Methodist choir as long as she can, of course, and beside using her musical talent, there's a chance she will be able to demonstrate her painting skill with the church's arts and crafts program. If so, that would leave only her last two God-given gifts to make use of--languages/linguistics--which has lain dormant for so long that it may be gone forever, and her writing, which you're getting a taste of right now. (She's also has a couple of romances published, but there are more swirling around in her sordid brain.)
Meanwhile, love each other, and be happy💗💗💗
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