Sigrid

Sigrid calls me at work to say that she is worried that Elizabeth doesn't know who I am and if I don't make more of an effort to see my one and only niece, and if her in-laws are a bigger part of Elizabeth's life because they happen to live closer, and if because of proximity they manage to turn her into an uptight little socialite, it won't be her fault. Why don't I come visit San Francisco? Don't I want to come? And why don't I bring Dave, too? Elizabeth will need a haircut by then. Think this is a very odd way of making a person feel welcome, but book a flight for late July anyway.