Here is Fio on the 18th of March, fresh from browsing H-E-B for a raid on her weekly groceries. Your girl exaggerates, of course, because there's more fun that way. Wahoo!😊
Guess what? Fiorella got an answer from her letter to her second cousin in California, the one she sorta remembers from when they were about five years old. (It almost gave your girl a chill.)
The cousin also sent her a long letter about what was going on in her world and--ta-da--said that she had read both of Fio's romances and LIKED them! (Note to Fiorella: finish up the third book of that series and get it on the market!)
In the meantime, your girl has to work on her speaking voice, which has suffered horribly during her four bad years. Panic is the problem, of course, but--sigh--the doctor said there's something wrong with her throat too.
In the meantime, Fiorella is going to take her Dolly Parton and Patsy Cline records out of the corner window sill, dust them off, and sing herself to sleep.
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