“That’s Patches!” I said and pointed at a black and white, 80 year old brittle photograph.
“And that’s Dan!” I said pointing at another.
My husband was incredulous. How did I know the names of horses in these photographs? Then when I exclaimed that I remember the day when she bought those pants
I could tell he was wondering if Arkham Asylum was a real place and if he could have me sent there.
“Patches and Babu understood each other.” I told him and at that point I think he thought I was nuts. When I carefully removed the pictures from their tiny black corners and reversed the picture, I was vindicated and Adam was impressed. See, he hasn’t been reading her journals. He’s barely read the blog, have you Adam? So he didn’t know what I know.
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