Babysitting the Grand-Dogs
I sit here on the warm porch. The sky grows orange purple and red. Voices below chatting softly, but oddly not in French. The air smells like sweat and incense. The Black Dog lays his head upon my knee, while the Wolf casts her eye about the neighborhood. Imperiously. Looking down. For she is Queen.
You might think that Chris and Scout are merely galavanting around the sunnier climes, but as of 3 and a half hours ago they are officially married. I am extremely happy for them! Chris and Scout are perfect for each other! I am proud of them for breaking with convention and instead of shelling out for the big fat American wedding - which we all know is a RACKET - they have opted instead to marry in Malta and go straight on their honeymoon in Italy.
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