Last night - after the fireworks - my daughter and her friend Ashley, who is thirteen, were shooting the breeze with me. Talk turned to books, and Ashley was kind enough to ask about how the current one was going (you know, the one I'm turning in Tuesday). She listened politely as I described the plot, and then pointed out that I never explained what happened to the body.
And I realized it was because I didn't know.
I nearly had a heart attack. Luckily Ashley and Sal were happy to brainstorm with me and they gave me a few options.
Maybe this is why I had kids...
Some extremely smart girls