You wouldn't think of our own Maeve as much of a reader except for maybe some silly romance stories or something, but she's above those. The romance stories, that is, and honestly with a guy like Jay Lee, she doesn't need that. No, Maeve came into work the other day with an honest-to-goodness hardbound book. It was called I, Whale by some guy named Moby Dick. Here I thought that was the name of the whale and Maeve says that's right. It's his side of the story of the run in with that crazy captain and the boat Pequod. Maeve is just that kind of person, always taking into account the feelings of the other guy.
It's been a breezy few weeks since I wrote in to you patient readers. That night I was sort of dreaming off into space thinking about the Ex and how he hadn't been round for a while and I looked up at the window and there was his face. Then I unlocked the front door and there was all the rest of him. We hung around the gang coming back from the football game and helped clean up. Then Edna say to go on and "Get out of here for the week, you two!" That's all I'm saying about that but it took another week or so to catch up after he left.
Hope your weather is as good as ours,
Jenn (recently returned from cloud 9)
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