That should teach me not to share my bed space with an 8 y.o. who fears the dark. I awakened in the middle of the night with her big toe trying to bury itself in my left nostril. Up to that point, I thought I was stabled with a mule. She kicked all night long. Yesterday evening, we had her last sewing lesson before their move to Ga. today. She dissolved in tears and wailed, "I don't wanna go!!", so, amid much hugging and many reassurances, I promised to visit often, and carry my sewing machine when I come to visit her, so that we can still squeeze in a bit of sewing. I sure will miss my little partner in stash crime. Cea
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