Eraser

“Good morning!” Thalia waved with the enthusiasm of a flag enjoying 33 mph wind gusts. “Hope you’re flourishing. And if you’re not… Try giving a little attention to the thought clouds passing through you? Perhaps if you give them loving attention, they’ll make way for the sun?”

“Typist just loves that eraser that doesn’t leave little pink schnibbles on the page.” Urania pondered sending a ‘hint’ to Heloise. She’d read the original Clean Queen passed in 1977, but her daughter is carrying on the mission. “Outside of the obvious mostly missing mouth in attempt one… Can you see the other shift Typist made?”

“Me, me, me!” Cal wiggled in her chair. “Typist relaxed Tex’s shoulders. He’s got this… No need to protect his heart by slouching in… He’s a cowboy!”