I sat in my mother's solar, working on my tapestry, of a couple in a green meadow dancing a falisas. The reader, in the corner, was in the middle of an article in the Pages about how the Imperator would stay on long enough to hand power over to his sister, since the vote had gone against him. Mama had refused to vote, but I had gone with a friend. We had had our brothers as escorts to vote at
Published on April 12, 2010 13:45