[It’s December, the holiday shopping season. Gilda is at the Grunvale Mall with her grandma Sharon]Gilda: [looks into tote bag] “You think Wendy’ll like this acorn-scented candle? Or should I have gotten the lemon-scented?”Sharon: “You’re buying for her, Gil. Not for you. Besides, she’s a sciurine. You know that. It’s in her blood to loveContinue reading “Oh Joy. Cotton Candy.”