This is one of Fiorella's more difficult days. D-in-L has taken over the lovely little display coven in which Fio spent more than a year stationing her own and her family's pretties and prides, some of them from a century past.
Today isn't a good day otherwise for your girl either. When she opened up the gingerbread that she usually has for lunch, some tiny little ants scrambled out, which means she'll have to find something else to quaff her midday hunger this week. Hmm....what about that meat she left in the family refrigerator?
Has Fio ever told you that all of her children have three surnames and that her daughter has carried the practice through to the next generation?
When Fiorella weeps, has it ever occurred to you to ask why and try to comfort her?
When is your girl going to get her soaker tub, the kind of bathtub she had in her old house?
How is she going to make a friend with not a candidate in sight?
She is lonely.
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Fio, I understand. I have a lot to talk about, and I can't drive either. I'm having eye-surgery in a week or two. Hope it helps. Email your phone number to my gmail account. We'll catch up.
Janece
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