SORRY FOR THE TEARS, but Megan’s mother died. In the book, I mean. It was 6 years ago and I knew about it before I started reading, but I just read it. There was the hair that went uncut. And then the haircut. Then I needed to stop for a bit.
See how it is with a book? All my griefs came calling. We had ourselves a good visit. There was tea. Graham crackers. Poetry. Here, I mean.
Must go finish the book now.