On Sunday, we were a house full of invalids. Dominga had a bad back, I was nursing the effects of the assenzio the Italians had made me try the night before (see my previous post on my Saturday night Italian antics) and Clari had caught chickenpox. Or 'la varicella' in Italian.
Friday she was feeling a little under the weather and didn't eat much at the Mexican. Saturday she had a temperature and not much energy. At the end of the day she had three small pink dots on her stomach, but they didn't look like much. Sunday morning she had a few more and the Casanova's concluded that it was chickenpox.
Monday morning, and BOOM chickenpox girl! She's covered in them. And they look so angry and sore but they've not quite reached the itchy stage.
"Jennie look," said when I came down this morning, "Look at all my chicken pops!"
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