”“I love you, Joan.”The camera setup Sunday morning was a lot like I’d arranged when Sophie danced behind me. I framed it carefully so the wal... and Joan would be visible, but they’d be in the background. I’d be far enough forward to give her room to work and she’d just paint while I was playing. The focus would still be on me and my guitar, but she would be a dancer painting behind me. I chose a program of Segovia pieces and just lost myself in playing, paying no more attention to the monitor. The way I heard it, the Wolf had heard Grandma wasfeeling poorly, so he brought her some very special healing tea. Aftergetting a small fire going in Grandma's fireplace with what bits ofkindling he could scrounge up from the bottom of woodbox and brewing up anice pot of tea, the Wolf scooted the table up to his good friend's bedand soon they were having themselves a right proper tea party.Well, the tea had a bit of something extra special to it, though mostmodern thinking folks would laugh if. Chithiku thirumanam aagi aval kanavar kalam aagiyathaal avargal engal veetile thaan thanga arambithaargal. 6 mathamaga engal veetil thaan irukiraargal, appa varathirku oru murai matum thaan veetirku varuvaar. Matra nerathil avar velai seithukondu irupaar, appa veetirku vanthaal matum amma appa roomil thangi viduvaargal.Appozhuthu nanum chithiyum matum thaan irupom, enaku chithi vantha naal muthal avalin mulaiyai eppozhuthum paarthukonde irupen. Chithi mulai eppadi irukum endru theriyuma chance. My Dad's angry voice boomed,"What the hell do you think you're doing?" He quickly took the knifefrom my hands. Then he picked me up with one arm around my waist andtook me back to the dining room.There he put me on a chair while Mom and Remo were watching withconfusion. Mom asked, "What happened?"Dad scowled at me and said in a growl, "She just tried to kill herselfwith a knife."Mom gasped, and Remo looked at me with a mix of anger, pity andsurprise. I already felt bad, I didn't need this. I.