In a previous article, Caitriona Mac Fhiodhbhuidhe
<st_brigids_gate_farm@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
> said:
>Court date is today. Chewy doesn't need to show up, but he says he is
>going to. Please, oh, please, God, don't let him make this more
>difficult than it already is.
>
>It's just under 2 hours until I'm supposed to be at the court. I'm
>shaking like a leaf, and I need to get some work done before I need to
>leave here.
Stand strong, Kitten. You're so close, things are so much better now.
You
can get through this, no matter what Chewy decides to throw at you. Just
put
up a mental Plexiglass ****eld, 6 inches thick, between you and him.
Nothing
he says or does can penetrate it.
You're going to be free.
Praying for you,
Vicki
--
"We move toward a lofty ideal. On some great and glorious day, the
plain folks of the land will reach their heart's desire at last, and
the White House will be adorned by a downright moron."
H.L. Mencken, July 26, 1920
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