The dominion of Edward looks seriously shaken. Anyone who couldn't sympathize with the werewolf before will have some serious rethinking to do. Wow.
Dear Nathaniel, I am microwaving pie that Mom bought up in Oak Glen this week on her way home from the orthodontist. As I put it in the microwave, I was full of sadness that I was not in Oak Glen with her. Why did I not go? I was working. I want to see the trees turn. I want to wander slowly through autumnal gift shops. Under the water, you cannot sense the approach of the seasons. Even here it is difficult because, after all, it's California. But I can still sense it. After three seasons in Illinois and one in Scotland, it must be with me for good. Or at least for a while. Because I am all abuzz with eagerness for fall and winter, for turkeys and dried leaves and Santa. I should start cooking again this fall. Fall foods are my favorite. Baked squash dripping with melted butter and brown sugar, pumpkin soup... this year, if I have enough money, I will put together a holiday dinner for my friends. And we will drink Scandinavian mulled wine, which is the most wonderful thing I have e...
Ooh, dang. The end.
ReplyDeletei know. for shizzle.
ReplyDeleteamanda says 'he's an overweight-looking wolf!'
ReplyDeleteme: 'he's fluffy!!'
amanda: 'he's a wolf! he should be svelte!'
Teenager Kathryn: He's a hottie. Too bad he turns kind of obnoxious.
ReplyDeleteObnoxious? I'll call it desperate. He keeps a pretty good attitude for quite a while considering his situation is pretty hopeless...
ReplyDeleteUgh. We could have an entire conversation on this. I will refrain. With difficulty. Help me to refrain from being a teenage girl.
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