She wore her least favorite pair of socks, the green ones with the bizarre red pattern, gifted to her nine Christmases ago from her lonely Aunt Marge, who lives in a cluttered rent-controlled studio apartment in New York City. This particular pair came woven with a tight sense of unmentioned family obligation, and despite being ugly, she surmised they came in handy during her obligatory laundromat days when everything else was dirty.
Love this story. I remember the laundromat well with our first two babies!! All those diapers.....
way before disposables, I think! At least, we couldn't afford them.:-))
Sweet story, & the little cabin is perfect.
Love this story!! ❤️