SAFETY

 Fio has done something really dumb--but what's new about that? She's lost track of the weekdays so now, she's out of food and Son L will have to drive her to H-E-B so she'll be able to load up again, but what about her patient driver? 

"Why did it happen," you ask yourself. "You usually have a nice list in your bra?"

But not this time.  All Fiorella could think now of was the children who had been massacred in deep Texas two years back and, many years back, her nephew and his girl, just out of high school, walking with his girlfriend across the street from the University of Texas.

The horror has hovered over the whole family even unto the third generation, but Fiorella had thought we were safe now. But we're not, and that is why Fio can't stop crying.