She is going to have trouble explaining this to her grandchildren. I love Tobi, though. She reminds me of those lovely, fragile, putupon women characters in films from the 50's who ended up having nervous breakdowns or got put in a loonybin against their will like Frances Farmer. I'd love to take Tobi away from all that to an isolated Frank Lloyd Wright flying saucer in a hillside like house somewhere in Wyoming, put a Chinese lantern over a bare lightbulb, and create enchantment as I slowdanced with her to Leonard Chen and gave her a couple hickeys or three.
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