
My uncle Steven had company for Christmas this year in the form of a blond bombshell named Nora. Uncle Steve calls her his "Friend" while she calls him "My Love". I guess that cat is out of the bag.

Regardless, I think that Nora is really nice and friendly. She gave me some great gifts like a singing flower that was actually a point of contention because Pops told Nora that it was really from China, not Budapest (according to the label on the bottom). I guess it is better that she learn about Pop's picking attitude sooner rather than later. I told Pops that I don't really care where the flower is from as long as I can sing and dance with it all the time. Unfortunately I couldn't take it home because it didn't fit in our luggage on the way back to New York. I was very sad.
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