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Rescued by Love
Dec. 23rd, 2016 05:41 pm"Oh, we are honoured," said my mother, pointing out two people walking up our driveway yesterday: her older brother and his wife.
Uncle B came into the kitchen and handed over a box of chocolates, then came over to watch me shelling nuts. "What are those green and purple buggers?" he asked.
"Pistachios. Want some?" He recoiled.
Aunt A said to him, "Pistachios are *nice*," so I offered her the bowl and she took two. "Yes, these are good ones," she said and, reassured he wouldn't be poisoned, Uncle B stuck his paw in the bowl and scooped out a fistful. He tried one.
"Aw, it's hard. I nearly cracked my teeth." Behind him, Aunt A rolled her eyes. It must have been all right, because he ate the rest.
( Scenes from a day )
Uncle B came into the kitchen and handed over a box of chocolates, then came over to watch me shelling nuts. "What are those green and purple buggers?" he asked.
"Pistachios. Want some?" He recoiled.
Aunt A said to him, "Pistachios are *nice*," so I offered her the bowl and she took two. "Yes, these are good ones," she said and, reassured he wouldn't be poisoned, Uncle B stuck his paw in the bowl and scooped out a fistful. He tried one.
"Aw, it's hard. I nearly cracked my teeth." Behind him, Aunt A rolled her eyes. It must have been all right, because he ate the rest.
( Scenes from a day )