Earlier tonight I called my mother, the lovely and delectable "Mischa" as she is known, reminding us of a certain teenage celebrity as she does, to see if she got the shoes I sent home with my best friend for her (they live in the same apartment building, and when I come to visit I go back and forth between floors like Eloise). I mentioned that my brother loved Sweden and would like to go back as soon as possible and my sister loved Portland and was practically looking at houses, and she said, with a glimmer of her champagne bubble laugh, "yeah, they don't get out much."
(Anticipated) postscript: my brother notes that he went
straight on to Austin and then Palm Beach from Stockholm, and my sister
points out that she was in Spain, Gibraltar and Morocco
earlier this month. Mischa would remind you that she's been to Caracas and Hong Kong and flew LA - San Juan as a flight attendant, and is currently late for a pool party.
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