Sunday, 9 December 2007
Day 9
At home, his daughters were chasing each other around. The elder was wearing oven mitts; she waved them threateningly. Still dressed in black, they were too young to hold onto sorrow for long. The coloured lights they had strung around and around the tree shone on them, a blue girl, then a green one, then a red one. "Do you really have to go next week?" asked Fiona. "On the day, on that day? Do you really have to go?"
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Awww man... I didn't want to make it sad. It was supposed to be more intriguing. What about celebrating her life? ... lots of things to celebrate... Heart attack while baking is a pretty good way to go (just saying).
ha ha, I didn't actually say the baking caused the heart attack...that's definetly not a corelation I want to promote!
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