The worst thing about the weather isn't the heat, but that you have to stay inside as much as you can, like you're in jail. Your girl bets that even the swimming pools are sweating!
And yes, Fio learned to swim in the YWCA....with the Jewish girls, of course. Remember that Fiorella told you that they--or rather their mothers--took pity on the tall Lutheran girl and gave her a ride along with their girls. (May God forever bless Eve Paule.)
Strangely, even though she liked swimming, Fio never asked Husband to put a pool in any of the houses they lived in, although they ended up with three bouncing children.
Hip, hip, hurray! Fio's former maid, who now takes her to H-E-B and other places, drove her all the way across the city so she could buy what had once been called "Grumbacher," Fiorella's favorite paint for smaller pictures. Yep, your girl is edging back into the the game again.
Dang it! Son L was going to toast Fiorella some salmon (YUM!) for supper, but it hadn't thawed and Fio will have to wait till tomorrow😕
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