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| keeping themselves busy until their friends come |
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| Baba giving them mulberries from the garden |
Paul's husband's name is Andy Griffith. I never even asked if they knew about the show - it's life with kids that constantly pulls away from leisurely conversations like this - let alone a coherent thought sometimes.
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| the Griffiths |
The Griffiths all came over for a last night barbecue -
Anne had marinated the chicken and
kofte, Tolga grilled the meat, vegetables, and mushrooms, we prepared salad, french fries,
Anne made an cold oily eggplant dish
, and we had soda, beer, and drinks.
I had made a strawberry pie which we stuck candles in and sang happy birthday to Andy - for his 40th birthday on Sunday. (He had already ben pestering Paula about a birthday week). Aoife, their youngest, had warmed up to me and sat happily on my lap when she was trying to escape from everyone else. I had forgotten how much I love other people's kids too - I've been so caught up with my own kids for the past four years. All the kids came out together to join in singing.
Paula and I looked at our kids, at our husbands, at our twenty years of friendship - and we nodded with gratefulness at our shared happiness.
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| a little older, that's all |
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