I Hate Friday the 13th

In spite of being Friday the 13th, it was a lovely, blue-sky day until 6:00 when I got a call to come to the director's office.  "Malvina changed her mind and doesn't want to be adopted."  What?  My skin filled with the sensation of pins and needles as it only does when something unbelievably horrible is happening.  Why?  The director didn't really know.  She's probably scared.  She hadn't been able to verbalize it.  They told me to come back tomorrow for a meeting with Malvina.

Paska cakes on sale for Easter this weekend in Ukraine.