Ooh. Ahh.

     “Do you want to go for a walk?” Marilyn asked, after dinner.  I’d already been for two long walks that day.  We set off.       “Okay, but I don’t want to go too far.  Or too fast.  Also, I don’t want to use my right leg.”      “How’s that going to work?” my sister… Continue reading Ooh. Ahh.