Last weekend, when my husband and I were driving to a quiet country retreat upstate, we saw a small turtle crossing the road. This is not a joke, because our car swerved wildly to miss it. Immediately afterwards, my husband – the driver – apologized. “I know you’re not supposed to swerve,” he said. “I should not have done that. We’re lucky the road was empty.”
My reply? “I do not have a good feeling about that turtle.” Continue reading
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