a murder of crows
Monday, July 3rd, 2006
R: No, Claire, you have to whisper.
C: Why?
R: Cian’s grandma is marrying her friend Asa Crow.
C: Why?
R: So they can be husband and wife. Like Daddy and me.
Sunshine, pink roses, beautiful bridesmaids, glowing bride. Someone, not me, dabs her eyes.
C: My husband will be like Cian.
