My mother would tell me that Wednesday’s child is full of woe. Tell tell tell. ”It is in the bloods, little moonface, so we are watching” and I would blink and nod and add it to the list of warnings she had in her that came out of her. She also told me that people die when they feel better after feeling all dying. And that the dog understands all the words so try not to give her bad advice or be rude about her anxious little stub-twitch-tail.
Tomorrow I shall go to the place with pencils and papers and buy some of those. If you go to that place too we can stand very very close and offer up notebooks for the other to smell and learn about the mumblings we make.