"Since I was little....I always wanted to be like my mom....oh it's not like.... It's hard to explain." You felt close enough to your mother to be lik... her... just not just likeher, right? This..." Her friend used her hand in gesture again and the girlshrugged."It's part of you, but not you?" The girl nodded nervously at the wordsas tears spilled onto the counter."Oh, Jimmy, honey. It's okay....please." Her friend pulled her into anotherhug, but this one included a very rare kiss on the cheek. Cindy was just a few minutes behind and her mother walked around to the back of the house with her.“Yes and no,” I said. “We can’t use that name because it is Gambetta and Crary’s rendition. We’re simply billing it as ‘Mozart’s Piano Sonata No. 11 in A Major.’ We have our own hell to go through with it.”“That’s really what that riotous piece is called?” Rachel asked. “I thought it was just a spoof. I didn’t know it was really Mozart.”“Well, the whole Sonata isn’t as crazy as that one part but. The sky is like summer today, so I believe a Tuscan Sangria is in order. What do you think?”“An excellent choice,” Sophia said with admiration. “A picnic beverage for a picnic type of day.”“Exactly,” I agreed. “I am expecting some guests for lunch and I was thinking that some antipasti and an assortment of breads would be nice to share along with the sangria.“The apple harvests are producing a fine crop this year,” Sophia said as she headed for the stairway. “I’ll have several sliced for you. Which must’ve meant that either none of the EPA’s regulations had been enforced or were just ineffective and the test results they’d gotten over the years had to have been falsified… And the test results from other parts of the world were no better. All of the scientists and all of the environmentalists who’d been pushing for years to make everyone understand that they were literally ‘killing’ the planet, were shocked to find that almost everything they’d tried to do had been undermined. Most.