So, just when you think the nightmare is over...
For months, nothing.
When my American co-author visited and wanted to see them...nothing.
And then, two nights ago:
|My kitchen. 3.30 a.m.|
|If I don't look at her, she can't see me.|
|Hey! Guess what? It's raining out here!|
|It's okay. I don't need a towel. I'll dry myself on the walls.|
|What is WRONG with you???|