(Julie tries to make it up to her daughter…)
Yes, she called out our bickering and we were duly chastened. June is a sensitive soul. After dinner with friends, we all crawled into the king bed and Michael read three chapters of James and the Giant Peach.
She slept sweetly. I didn’t know she’d awakened rude.
After my coffee, we went straight to the lovely pool. Dawn jacuzzi with Mama. Nice right?
But I didn’t pack goggles and she wanted to show me her camp-tuned stroke.
She said, “Can’t you do anything right?”
I said, “June that’s very hurtful,” and we stared each other down through the chlorine mist.