Just had my birthday. I even behaved myself. Nothing wild and
crazy. Nonetheless, Big Hand decided that to mark the anniversary of the doctor
giving a good old swing, so would he. I think the doctor only gave me one swat,
but not only did Big Hand go on forever—it wasn’t just his hand. After getting
me good and scarlet, it burned so bad I could tell it was scarlet, out came the
wooden spoon and the plastic spatula. I’m glad he did it at night so I didn’t
have to deal with being unable to sit at work. Almost puts a girl off
birthdays, you know.
