instant summer. trouble. comet invited himself to a picnic. mother: i am not a dog person. (obviously). then around the drinking fountain she rattles on about hyde park. (but you have wit and wisdom). and lo and behold your younguns are not dog persons too! i apologize, but i feel sorrier for the kids than for comet's indiscretion. perhaps they will be smarter and kinder than mom. then blessed hilde rolled in something very pungently dead. but we are all good. nothing bad really happened. and this evening i will see and hear louise gluck. |
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