Calliope runs frosted fingertips under warm water.
Nią plucks bits of lawn-mower-masticated leaves from Tal’s curls.
“In-vihhhhhg-or-a-ting!” Thalia chooses a sunny spot at the kitchen table. “We dihhhhd it! Got the leaves off before Jason comes to tuck our grass into its winter slumber.”
Our lives are fashioned by our choices.
First we make our choices.
Then our choices make us.
(In other words, a variety of people are credited with this wisdom.
Makes me think there’s truth in it.)