. How was the custom of storytelling especially fatiguing on Saturdays
Ans. Jo was growing up. She never fell asleep in naps any further. Her family, Bobby, who was two was formerly asleep with the bottle. But Jo would not take her nap like an child. The bumps her bases made under the covers were hallway down the bed. Her fat face deep in the pillow shone in the sun. The custom sounded futile and especially busting on Saturdays.