So we were playing cards this past Fr. with our friends the Woods, which we try to do every week, unless something should come up and then we don't play. It's a very
simple thing we got goin, sometimes we play and sometimes we don't, capisci mi?
So we're havin a drink and beginning the first hand and Mrs.Woods starts explaining
the different way she and T. communicate, right? I communicate with words, she says, and T. communicates with pictures, meaning that T. sees pictures in his mind and trys to explain to her what he sees.(like I gotta draw her a picture right?)Only its
difficult sometimes for T. to put his pictures into words. This is all quite serious
and proper, right? Then from nowhere T. exclaims thats right, I'm psychic....I can
read my mind!!!! We all just howled with laughter, and T. had the giggles for the
rest of the evening. Youse shoulda been there, it was a classic.
Did I tell you that friends are importanti?
They really are, you know what I mean?
Ciao,
Uncle D.
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