Yesterday I burned to delight me orally. In the back of the television was the difficult child second. The moment when Junior’s father clings to the nurse at school and turns to the little one with the words “Wait, Junior, it seems my clot has started to grow again.” My whispered, looked at me curiously and continued. I only got to 10 seconds later, but I got to tears. After that, my hips just started to fall. And it fell five times, because as soon as it got up, my unseen, with a pretense of astonishment, told me that it seemed like your clot had begun to grow again.
Good spring to all.