It's time for me to come clean to all of you.
I do have three daughters but they are very well behaved, and Italian speaking (since I don't speak the language I can't tell if they are being disrespectful or not -- doesn't everything in Italian sound beautifully respectful?)
I live in a very old and charming building overlooking St. Mark's Basin.
I write novels for a living, mysteries based in Chicago ironically.
I have fresh flowers and clean sheets every day of my life. I have no idea how the laundry gets done, but I suspect it has something to do with that heavy set woman who does all the cooking. The girls seem to like her.
After the girls leave for their tennis lessons (which they do before school) I always linger over my morning espresso with a book of Billy Collins or Robert Frost poetry. Sometimes I read them aloud to King George but I can't tell if he's listening since he was struck utterly mute by the freak lightening incident.
I only write the things that I do here to amuse myself.
I feel better already.