FIORELLA IS COMPLETELY CONFUSED ABOUT THE EVENING EXCEPT THAT SHE KNOWS THAT FOR THE FIRST TIME IN WHAT SEEMS TO BE FOREVER, THE THUNDER IS ROLLING AND THE RAIN IS POURING. WHOOPEE!
Unfortunately, that also means that Fio had to skidaddle up the street to the mail box, barely missing the deluge, and when she got back to the house, she discovered that her treasured mechanical piano had either died of old age or been enjoyed by people who did not know that it had baby to be turned off after use. Either way, Fio is still weeping. She's composed many little songs and a couple of big one on it, as well as a little musical play or two.
Her painting for the day went a little more smoother: Fio finally figured out how to get Baby Daughter in the family scene, but your girl's spine is still acting up whenever she waves her paint brush.
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German: kommen come.... the 'o' is made with a round sound
gehen go the two "e's" sound the same
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Moira rammed her notebook into her portfolio like it was a punching bag. How many people was Rafe going to make responsible for her protection? First Sammy and now Travis--and neither of them was necessary. She'd servived the worst Hollywood had to offer, and she could damn well survive teenagers hanging around a floodight and inhaling lung cancer.
On the other hand, she was deathly afraid of the darkness, so maybe it wasn't such a bad idea to have some company as she moved through the creaky old building, turning off lights and locking doors.
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