half nostalgic, half… what? in a bad mood?
Was in the mood the write, but i dont know what to write about.
So I read Philip Toledano’s “Days with My Father”
My father will happily feed her his entire dinner. Surreptitiously throwing bits of food on the floor (which would have horrified my mother) and laughing with delight at the “intelligent” way in which George hurls herself at the scraps.