Tuesday, April 15, 2014

She Might Miss a Cracker

Last night I was addressing envelopes at the kitchen counter and had the certain feeling someone was staring at me. I turned around and, sure enough, that someone was Phoebe. She was so tired, but wouldn't go to sleep. She might miss watching me do something, you know. Like something that's relevant to her interests. Like eating a cracker or taking the cap off my pen.

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