After having a mind scan and biopsy, I’m told i’ve a mind illness, that your AIDS therapy handbook we pull down from my shelf defines as “largely untreatable, quickly modern, and fatal. ”
Peter is scrubbing the turkey, twisting their face in disgust while he slaps the gizzards in to the sink. Carol is rolling pie crusts, describing the virtues of reducing over genuine butter. The kitties hover wide-eyed when you look at the doorway.