This a nephew, the middle one, E2. He is a melancholy boy but sweet and smart despite being something of an airhead.
I am bruised but not battered and bound by a vow to never again let myself become so agitated by the news as to be beside myself. I do believe that's why I fell on the stairs. Not enough room.
I finally found where I stashed the summer clothes and am packing for Florida and will heal in the sun, protected by clothes, hats, shade and sunscreen, and of course, constant surveillence.
Bon chance, mes amis! Marchons!
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