…and Genevieve's uncle died unexpectedly and left me all his yaughts. And then Tamara came running out of our Somerset house, as fast as her little legs could carry her, to tell me I was a direct descendant from Kublah Khan... Which was nice!

2 comentários:

Anónimo disse...

...but I'm sure Genevieve loved her aunt so much that she will put some flowers in her grave.
And the flowers will perfume the air...

o inglês é macarrónico, mas a intenção é das melhores.

zazie disse...

ahahahah deus te oiça ":O)))