I snagged this book at the library, while hanging with Ma B. It screamed out from the shelf. I wonder why?
It's by Jane Adams and oddly perceptive. Some favorite chapters include:
Whose Fault is it, Anyway?
We're Waiting...and Waiting...and Waiting
They're Ba-a-a-ck!
The Limits of Love
Overheard from living room...Dad in kitchen, speaking to dog:
You again?
You're going to put on weight. I'm eating cake. I shouldn't say anything.
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