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Heaven is a conversation with enough awkwardness, inattention and pathos induced by benign, passive jealousy (Ariel, Corita's pretty, skinny blonde daughter is coming to MX too, so I've been mightily upstaged, but not enough to be ousted) to keep me from unrealistic and possibly undisguised bliss.

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Especially when it's after a series of Verdi, Borodin, and other genii. And he took me to Chuy's in his car because mama had to stay behind for a meeting with Charles. I did say zdrastvuytye at the beginning of the rehearsal, and he asked me in Russian if I was studying it, and I nodded, and he said harasho (good) and I said ochin' harasho (very good), and he said he hadn't had anybody to speak Russian to in years. And then in the car he was teaching me some swear words.... I only remember one, the least complicated one. A verb.

But it's all gone now. My aunt won't give my mom her miles so I can get a ticket to the UK. Maybe I'll find a job. Sigh.