The sun sets over the sea. Am sitting on the balcony, watching it. The panther stretches himself along the sun lounger next to me. Stroking his head, I listen to the barking of nearby dogs. Magpies caw.
Downstairs, there are sounds of supper preparation: plates crash and can hear Dad sniffing. He’s acquired an allergy to something.
“Why don’t we get you some allergy medication,” my brother says earlier in the day.
“No: I don’t want to take it,” Dad says, sneezing. “I’ve read that it causes Alzheimer’s.”
Look at this magpie who just landed near me:
Am going to help Mum prepare supper.
The attached photo is my new turquoise dress which I wore yesterday.
Happy Sunday everyone!
*1995. By Ann Rule. True crime non-fiction book.