The Grownups Wanted Us Dead, but sometimes we could out smart them:
>My friend Charlotte’s dog had puppies. They were the cutest little Beagle babies ever born. I wanted one. Gram said, “No!” It was her firm, under no uncertain terms, no. The one there is really no point in arguing with — so I didn’t. Instead, I …
Two days in a row I treat you to a story. Don’t go getting used to this.
Oh! Oh! Oh! Today is my sister, Jackie’s, birthday. Please go serenade her.