Sometimes there are storms. And sometimes there are storms which freak out children. And sometimes there are storms that freak out dogs. And then there are evenings when one parent has to comfort a child, panicked by the storm, and the other has to hold the dog, on a short leash, because she's making the child seem calm.
And then, finally, the storm is gone. The child is asleep. The dog is calm.
Yours, thankful, that once again, all is well with the world.
N.
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