That’s what a friend of mine asked me today. “What, exactly, are you talking about being on this tour? You’re standing right here!”
It’s true. We were standing in the back yard, while her two zippy little dogs ran around us in circles.
So I figured I should explain about a virtual tour. Until just a few [...]
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Prologue
The letters come to me by the box load, carried upstairs to my office by Carl the Mailroom Guy, who drops them off and says cheerfully each time, “Well, here’s some more trouble for you to solve.”
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"A skillfully constructed, economically written novel that is funny, sad, and almost painfully accurate about human failings." Boston Globe
"A delightful beach book...Funny/sad and frantic/romantic, but with serious undertones....A great read." Hartford Courant
Chapter One
The fact is, I’m in the process of panicking in front of Dan Briggs. We’re sitting in my living room late on Sunday night, and although I only met him a month ago and nothing has been said outright, the air has a sudden crackle to it that even I know means it’s time we decided whether we’ll sleep together. We’ve kissed three times—although not yet tonight—and he’s called me on the phone five times, and we’ve gone for two walks that turned romantic. That adds up to one overdue sexual encounter by today’s rules, I believe.
