Bits of happiness: The Summer Bed in The Tomato Garden
‘Danaaaaaa! The Buoy!’ Me: (to myself): ’No’. Grandma was calling me from the summer kitchen to check on my brother. When he was born, she was in seventh heaven. Having grown up with three brothers, “The Buoys” were everything to her. Since she’d had three daughters instead, she had compensated by calling them “The Buoys.” And when a real Buoy finally arrived, everyone
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