How was your day, Rosie? Dad would ask when he came home from work and I’d tell him it was ebullient. Or limpid. Or dodecahedron. That’s good to hear, he’d say.
Karen Joy Fowler
How was your day, Rosie? Dad would ask when he came home from work and I’d tell him it was ebullient. Or limpid. Or dodecahedron. That’s good to hear, he’d say.