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I leaned back in bed against the pillows Occasionally I had dreaht about no doubt by reading a few chapters of The Wolf of Lust Street the night before

But unlike the romance novels where I could always see the hero so clearly in my head, when I dreagestion of full lips, strong jaw, giant ck of course--but I could never see his face

Pulling the quilt fro thoughts of dark faceless lovers froht of day, a faceless lover was actually creepy, not sexy

Except for the giant cock Who needed the face when they had that?

Unless that face was buried between rip of that hair as I hold him in place while he

Without a face, there’d be no ue

I’ll concede the point

Did all heroines have entire conversations with themselves inside their head? This is why I could never be a romance novel heroine Insanity precludes it

I went downstairs tofor ic Chef stove that Caroline was so enamored of was clunky, old-fashioned, and a pain in the ass You couldn’t just turn it on and cook Nope You had to light it, jiggle the handle, then coax the flaas fumes before it actually lit, then an hour later, you had boiling water Which as stoves were usually incredibly efficient So was dirty or just plain old and busted Which seemed to be the theme here

I also was determined to make my own coffee The percolator had met with an unfortunate accident when it was thrown across the backyard, ale I’d found an old French press in a jumble of junk in the basereat So as soon as I had boiling water, I could make coffee While I waited, I wandered out onto the back porch with a banana, perching in one of the old rockers with own pulled down overperson, but lately I was finding it one of h they were still starting earlier than I liked Maybe it was still the tie, maybe it was all the fresh air, but I slept hard and fast and woke up ready to start the day

The sea was quiet today, calm and peaceful Gulls flew here and there, pelicans flapped lazily then dove like ht I’d feel so my co it had become my world So asn’t I ed or questioning whether I’d done the wrong thing, I felt the co out here, why I wanted to stay, or what I was going to do with this new life I just knew that I wascontent I was pleased with this turn , and excited by the fact that I didn’t knohere it was going It had been a long ti of adventure,I padded into the kitchen, poured hot water into the pot withup some fruit Raspberries, blueberries, and a chunked-up peach went into a boith a squeeze of lear I found I ateup with the fruit, I checked on the oatmeal Soft I checked on the coffee Brewed Perfect

Ladling a few spoonfuls of oatmeal into a bowl, I added some of the fruit, a drizzle of honey, a splash of creaer down on the coffee, watching as the grounds were pressed down and the dark brown coffee was expressed to the top Pouring some into a cup, I settled into a chair at the old kitchen table And as I ate, I looked around at the rooner by any means, but I knehat I liked And I’d always been drawn to aup in a house full of boys ere constantly , sure, but always filled to alures Hockey pucks, GI Joe towns, and Legos underfoot (which hurt like you wouldn’t believe when stepped on barefoot) Mybanners and posters, country French decorations, collection of stone turkeys, shadow boxes full of s, ht ot my own place, I went to the total opposite

Chroht angles Hard corners My home office consisted of four computer monitors and a Lucite table covered with notebooks full of equations My bed? Platfor in its place and in order

They say a home reflects its owner’s personality, and Oprah says your home should "rise up to meet you" I just wanted to able to coo about e? It rose up tofor, I think we’ve got it Somewhere Let me just look in one of these boxes; I bet we can find it"

The clutter, the crap, the chaos--it was tookind of cozy about it