There have been three hookers pulled out of the river since our first exciting experience back in September.  At this rate I'm thinking they must average about 5 a year.  Dangerous profession that.  We took one of our long walks along the Po today before dinner.  It has been very hot and it began to thunder and threaten as we were about half an hour into it.  Then it started to rain.  The park was wildly verdant, with the river a minty green color.  It was like walking in a tropical forest.  We had dragged Grace along to get her off the computer for few hours.  By the time we were in the home stretch, after about an hour and a half, she was lagging way behind, complaining of a cramp and glaring.  Any comment we made brought on a new wave of grumbles and evil eyes.  Of course that only egged us on.  GP and I thought it would be really funny to limp and slow motion jog when people walked by.  Grace didn't think so.  I tied the hood of my wind jacket closed around my face so only my nose showed.  She didn't like that either.  Trying to be nice, GP dared to offer to carry her rain jacket.  She snarled "Why?" as though it were some sort of a trick.  Ah, teen-aged girls.  Tomorrow night we'll have 5 of them in the apartment.  Grace is celebrating her birthday with pizza, cake and an overnight.  We are going to squeeze them into Grace's room and then hide out in ours.  Wish me luck.  xxoo me