The Lost Cousin
I lived for 28 years
on this so-called small planet, and had never met my cousin Daniel here.
I met him the day before his wedding, precluding any cousin-y advice or
warnings about the dangers of a commitment so serious. Alas, he did fine
without my counsel; the woman he married is quite the gem. (See pix in August
of the killer wedding, if you've forgotten already.) On my way back to Porto
Alegre from the States I stopped by Vitória to get to know Daniel
and his wife Chayenne better. To give you a sense of how cute they are,
I woke up the day after I arrived to hear singing coming from the kitchen.
A lazy jaunt in that direction revealed Daniel perched on a stool, playing
the guitar, as Chayenne sang along while washing the dishes. Not a bad wake-up