A Nightingale Sang In Berkeley Square.

Now that summer is marching down the garden path toward the front door I turn to ideas about putting together a new wardrobe. I was pondering this, and putting a few thoughts together on Pinterest ( https://www.pinterest.ca/fionadobson22/ ) just this morning. As I did so Sebastian came into my kitchen looking quite disturbed.

As you know, I like to think of myself as a caring soul, a sort of Florence Nightingale in yoga pants. Sacrifice and humility are my two middle names. Yes, that seems a very fitting description. I applied a little lipstick and asked Sebastian to share his deepest concerns with me.

“My sister, Rainbow, has taken off,” he said, sounding quite disturbed.

“Why would she do that?” I asked. Rainbow is a renowned flake. She does have a body as tight as a bow string, and could use a little padding.

At this point Ali leaned into the kitchen window, and said, “That girl’s in need of a sandwich. With meat in it. She needs to eat more meat.”

“I can’t help it if she’s a vegetarian!” said Sebastian.

I closed the window and Ali continued about his business in the garden.

Sebastian said she’d been quite upset since her boyfriend left.