A late frost had killed all the bees; just as the plum tree began to flower. No pollination this Spring. No plums this Fall.
Seraphina didn’t quite know what she was going to do. Her abusive husband preferred plum sauce to tomato sauce. “Demanded” would be a better word. If he didn’t get his way in everything he would get angry and violent. Where in the name of goodness was Seraphina to find enough plums to make her annual batch of sauce?
In the end she found a difficult but simple solution: she packed her bags and left.
Yay, Seraphina!
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Agreed!
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PS That’s a beautiful photo.
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Unfortunately I didn’t take it!
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Sounds like Seraphina was pretty smart.
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Agreed!!
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Why pack your bags when you can pack a gun?
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One needs ammo
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True.
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It is an exquisite tragi-comedy. The progression of the plot is both ingenious and hilarious.
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I always enjoy it when you enjoy it!
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He’s just plum-b stupid.
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And she’s a peach.
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Good on you Seraphina.
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Yes, I agree!
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Her solution was better. I was going to suggest she kick him in the plums.
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Ha ha! Ouch!
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Smart lady. But she should have left years ago!
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Agreed!
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