August 20, 2011 § 7 Comments
I spoke to the kidnap negotiator on the telephone. He was in an exotic place where there are kidnaps aplenty by the sounds, but returning; we hope. I am seeing him sometime over the next few days.
Not a squeak from the Smidgen. No surprises there.
I am ordering four paperback copies of Long Shot’s brilliant book from Amazon to give to any friends that are interested. One of them, Kate, said this morning, laughing, “Save your money. Don’t give one to me till you’re married to him and then I’ll read it avidly!”
My friend Emily fell in love with a wonderful author when she read his book, so totally gets it. Trouble was, when she met him, lovely though he was, he wasn’t quite as she had imagined. It is a pretty pointless pastime, I own, falling in love with someone one has never met, but it doesn’t do anyone any harm. And thinking and wishing, as I have said before, is as agreeable a way as any to spend a rainy afternoon.
Cheaper than going to a movie.