Every
time we come down from Massachusetts for a visit, I think that if I can stay
cheerful, the visit will be different. As long as we have fun during the daytime,
I will be okay. That when five o’clock comes and my mother loads her wineglass full
of ice and vodka, I will think: today I touched a porpoise! I went for a bike
ride! I had shrimp on a bamboo skewer! And I will look the other way.
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
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