Sitting in my chair at the table, Bookzilla crawls into my lap. Since she is now 14, 5’9″, 120 lbs, this isn’t the same as when she was little. I worry that the chair, a resin arm chair, will break under the strain and try to keep her from wiggling around.
JMan has a rich and wonderful voice. He is a bit of a ham, which I guess he gets from me. He works on English dialects, and since the only one I attempt is Cockney, he has a poor teacher. He shifts his voice down. ”Suddenly, Bob found himself covered with screaming children.” JMan starts to climb on top of Bookzilla. I know the chair won’t take all three of us. I keep him from climbing all the way on. He ends up mobbing on Bookzilla.
He has a wonderful voice.