I love abbr. in some cases, like using an ampers&, but there’s a pt. at which it becomes asi9.
Just the other d., I was walK bareft. in the yd. using a Mr. to H2O my kt. and going over them with a ♠. I was just going to check the ♂, when I saw my neighbor running a† the ∩. She was F and fair in feature, and was usually a KO, but now she was crying. Her name was Ann, or Annette, for long.
“W is the problem?” I asked, non+ed. Her tears were bldg. to a cresc.
“IDK what to do!” she said, and with that !ed across the St. to her home.
“Annt. wt, just wait a sec., slow ↓.”
She -ed over to me. “I’m sorry…it’s my daughter, VA.”
“How is Ginny?” I asked, hoping I could Fe out the problem, but it only seemed to com£ Ann’s tears.
“She really Mrs. her father. Ma~ does too. Ever since Mark–my husband–died of : ♋, we’ve been on a gradual des¢ into madness. And to top it off, I’m on my . ”
I had not realized that Mark had d. I had been about to ?’s absence, but was glad I didn’t.
She cont’d. “After all these yrs., I thought we’d be β off by now, but I don’t know how to take ℅ her on my own.”
“Annette, I know your grief is insurMt.able, but I’m sure you’ll boz. back. And someone w/ your rad.t beauty won’t be alone for a very long t.”
She choked back the tears and smi.d. “Ωy goodness, you’re R. IA debt of gr’tude to you. I’ll ½ to be strong, even though it Hz.”
I took ♪ of her ♯ recovery, and in < α min., we separ8d. “Life is short. Live it to the fullest…etc.”