Vinaigrettes — Spooked, and College-Bound
Monday, March 2nd, 2009“Mare — why aren’t you dressed?”
“I’m scared.”
It registers that this is the second time I have asked her that, and the second time she has given that answer. My turn. Again.
“What are you afraid of, Love?”
“Swordfish.”
“Pardon?”
“In my tights.”
“Oh.”
Cute Husband to the rescue:
“Mare, does that even make sense? Swordfish? I […]


