And, as I said– I right fluently.
Here we are it seems– on a Friday night. Wonderfully so– at home, all happy on a Friday night with classical music from the bathroom and a toilet just flushed and the most wonderful gorgeous fall cool breeze is blowing over me. And Gregg, sweet Gregg, listens to classical music on the radio and comes into the living room in his skivvies to turn on the radio in the living room to hear a piece of music he loved when he was 12. It is sad and sweet, sweet violins begging forever for love and long quiet nights. Clear speaking violins breaking romantically now. And something blooms deep inside. And some girl says “aw baloney!” and the cool breeze goes on.