With my new book. Thank you for the gift, Becky.
I can't keep from reading it, although I desperately do not want it to end.
It reminds me a bit of Chaucer's Canterbury Tales.
Everyone has a story.
My nose was buried down deep in its pages....
the entire drive home from Logan to Boise,
giving Robert the ammo he needed to shoot at me, once again,
with those hurtful words..........
''YOU are the world's WORST road trip companion!"
I love you too, my handsome chauffeur!
