Wednesday, November 25, 2009

summertime and the livin is easy

Tunic, Hermès

the maids have opened all sixty-seven windows of our house in order to get rid of the dusty smell mother detected the other day. beating the persian carpets and polishing the antique wase in the dining room.
the count's coming to visit, all the way from Bucharest. not even grandfather would get this much attention.

Andrei and I hide in the basement. he snaps my picture as I sing summertime to him.

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