My sister is an English-Spanish-English (or is it the other way around?) interpreter at Silverton Hospital.
I heard she was feeling ill on the job today. (OK, OK; I read it on Facebook, but that’s a mere technicality.)
A short while later, upon gazing out the window, I noticed again the lone yellow rose perched atop its bush.
On an impulse, I grabbed a piece of paper, an apple slice, a red marker, and…
arranged a single-image cellphone photo shoot
I just pix-messaged the photo as was. I think that was fine with her. 🙂
(Hey! There sits our wounded car!)
Oh, and just what was the point of the apple slice?