Your girl has put herself into an idiotic situation again. You won't believe it, but she slipped her wristwatch on backwards and now she can't get it turned around. Maybe Son L can help her out when he gets home from work, but--she fears--not without rolling his eyes and delivering a stern lecture.
In the meantime, Fiorella has been flitting around her bedroom and salon, trying to pull post-Christmas together, which is hard to do when the tree and decorations are still up. Son and wife can leave the tree in place as long as the want to, but Fio is chewing at the bit to pack away her electric Santa Claus as well as her somewhat fragile paper and cardboard concoctions. (It's her parents in her. The tree itself always went into the dump after New Year.)
Fio was rather envious when she looked up one of her old high school pals who is no longer with us and saw all the important things she had done and achieved in her life. But your girl and Hariadene had taken different paths: her friend signed up for civil service college while your Fio is still rambling about and-- according to your girl's calculations, she herself, with her Carpatho-Rusyn genes, has at least twenty more years to go.
This is an odd day. It's like a vacuum swept the whole block away--no children playing in or out. Maybe they are all making a post-visit day to their relatives?
Strangely. before she even picked up her computer, Fiorella dressed in black from head to toe today. Hmm...a left over from the visit to Husband's grave yesterday?
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