Today we write about: the questionnaire.
Very successful harvest for locals this week, with enough cherry tomatoes and blackberries for everybody, not to mention the first peppers and cucumber of the season. It's like things are finally ripening out there.
Still having trouble with getting orders from the restaurant though. Hoping to sort that out tomorrow.
Joanna studied the questionnaire in her hands, her forehead crumpling under the weight of her confusion. She really didn't know where to begin.
"When I said take your time, dear," Mrs. Lopez (which was how she insisted she must be addressed) said with a venomous smile, "I didn't expect you to take all week."
"Oh, I'm sorry! It's just that... well, is all of this absolutely necessary?"
"Of course it is! Why else would I have required you to fill it out?"
"I appreciate that, I do. But... List all previous sexual partners and provide contact information for each one... seems rather invasive and ki-"