I wake up with a start. Today’s the day and I feel the suspicion of a sore throat coming on, reminding me of school days when an exam would herald an imaginary malady.
Today I decided to tidy up my desk as it was becoming difficult to find anything....
At last I've finished editing the sequel to Tea at Sam's and, thank God, it makes sense!
I've been there, so now it's his turn to be targeted by awkward questions. "Who are you?" they ask.
People constantly ask me, “Are you Celine, Kristin or Samantha?” or “What actually happened to you in Tea at Sam’s?”