Dana became the only one to put Phil to work, and that was not very often, but when she did, he gave mostly static.
"I think that radio should go to the curb."
"Don't do that Oma. Can I have it?"
Dana was now tall enough to not only pull Margreth's chains, but also set her hands. She unplugged Phil, wound his tail in a bundle, put him under her arm, kissed Oma on the cheek, and went out the door, "Thank you, Oma."
The season changed, and the snow began to fly, "I don't think Phil is coming back."
Saturday, December 22, 2007
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