Expectancy Looms

Last Edit July 2, 1999

September nears.
Fall is right behind it.
My younger son, who turns 18 in September, should be driving by then.
He should be in school - read college - by then. Community system. Figuring things out.
We go to Toronto for a week of the Romance Writer's Convention.
But most of all, the ICBINB cookbook with Fabio on the cover is due.
I don't have photos.
I wasn't at the photo shoot.
I haven't heard from the office.
But, it is coming.
A few fans have won something. I haven't heard so I haven't. I don't know if the woman who won was a fan.
It's OK. One of us wins - its portable.
It's not the recipes we want. It's the cover.
We may never cook these things.
They should understand this.
But, for now, we wait.
It's been months since I've laid eyes on him. The tall blond one who haunts my dreams.
Except for 30 seconds in February! (Well, OK, a little longer.)
Not enough!
We all need a fix!
The e-mails are rumbling.
Fall.
We still have the summer to get through!