She's whispering, clearly upset, when she calls. "There's a scorpion in the closet." Her husband is out of town. Socks and plastic kitchen gloves fill the handbag. The garden gloves are too dirt-encrusted to take into her lovely home. Not sure how much protection dish gloves wield against a scorpion sting, but they make me… Continue reading Is It On Me?…
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