Fio has just now mailed her envelope off to the International Fellowship of Christian and Jews, but she now wonders if it's the second one, which doesn't really matter because Mr. and Mrs. Paule were virturaly second parents to your girl.
Oops! George, the handsome white cat, is sitting on Fio's bed, purring as if your girl is a queen, which is just fine with your Fio, but Fiorella knows that he'll be into the kitchen lickety-split if a cat food can is opened. (Dogs are a little more mannerly, but it depends on what food is being offered.)
Your girl was wearing a University top today: orange and white. Not that Fio was ever a football fan, but back then, but it was the only way to pick up a prospective husband back then--which Fio did.💗
Strangely, Fiorella accidentally married into a prominent Austin family, which made things easier in some ways but harder in others. Initially, she was told that Fio was not the sort of girl the family expected their son to marry. (but never the less, they gradually accepted your girl.... and even became somewhat proud of her!)
Fio would like to tell you that, from then on, everything was Humpty Dumpty, but it was not to be. The whole family fell apart, even Fiorella, when an unknown, lone teenager climbed to the top of the college tower and started shooting, killing the family's pride and joy, who had just graduated from high school. And no one in the family has ever really recovered....including Fiorella.
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