Yesterday was one of those exquisite bright sunny winter days that makes you notice that the daffodils are starting to come up and causes you think winter isn't so bad after all. Mom emerged from her bed all squinty-eyed to find the Sunday paper. Her face lit up like a kid on Christmas.
"The Sunday paper," she croaked happily. Like me Mom has had vicious cold for the better part of a week. It's a variety of ailment that plugs the nose and does funny things to your voice in addition to sapping all of ones energy. The Sunday paper is a new addition to my parents like compliments of Auntie. There's a good story that goes with it but I'm not quite sure how it goes.
"Portland homicides are the lowest they're been in four decades," she read.
"hmmm," said Andrew, "must be all those Grimm cops they have."
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- Jenny
- Notice that Alex and I have on the same expression in my profile picture. Me: scientist/engineer, aspiring novelist, daring adventurer, animal lover. This is my story.
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