My first true love! I just thought he was the cat’s meow! What an odd saying, especially if you find a cat’s mewl annoying! At any rate, I can’t even remember what Jeffrey looked like, but I do get a warm feeling in remembrance. One of the perks of living with the foster parents was that we weren’t to go to other people’s houses and no one was allowed to come to our house. Naturally that didn’t stop me from inviting Jeffrey to our house, hush hush, of course. He arrived as expected and I was thrilled to death and then Mom came out and shooed him away on pain of death. I was so embarrassed I wanted to sink into the earth. But I did learn to NEVER to that again! Probably landed in the bedroom without dinner again. Quel surprise!
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