We allowed the Z girl in the photo because she had a new dress in the right color scheme.
This is why I wear sunglasses, people. S Q U I N T Y E Y E S. Squinting makes wrinkles, you know. Lisa does not squint.
And I really have to explain my pink unmentionable, even though my bosom buddy here says you won’t notice. It used to be nude. Tan. Skin colored. Then came scabies at the Children’s Home, and we had to wash everything in hot water, and I washed my Uzbek friend’s red bathrobe with all of our clothes. End of story. Except that I see it matches Lisa’s purse, so all’s well that ends well.
She must’ve done just that because Sava asked if we’d like to learn how to make piroshki at her house.
Piroshkis are like huge, savory doughnuts.
Nial was happy.
Lisa and I have laughed at our cultural faux pas. O.K. we’ve laughed at her cultural faux pas–she’s a good sport.
(I keep forgetting to tell her what’s kosher here.)
Lisa’s a dreamer in the very best sense.
She envisions big things for the cuties at the Children’s Home, and she’s going about making them happen.
She cheers my efforts as an art teacher.
Even when I’m doing dancey movements to explain the elements of drawing. ??