Santa Clarita

This morning, I woke up from another dead sleep to see my husband standing over me.

“Santa Clarita,” Ken said.

“What?” I asked. First the dreams about impending babies. Now, Ken is going off the deep end.

“Santa Clarita.”

“That’s… nice?”

“You got an email from Santa Clarita, California about a book review. Do you realize how close that is to L.A.? Tons of people live there.”

I guess Ken’s thinking positive. He did say that if I sell a lot of books, the whole family is going to Hawaii to celebrate. Me? I need more sleep.

 

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