While I was writing the previous post, this picture came in via e-mail from Jaylene:
That’s Xy in the corner. I note that she seems to have a drink in her hand. She and Jaylene took the streetcar to the Quarter for a girls’ night out, while I stayed home and finished my stupid novel. Oops, I mean novella.
It was kind of novel (no pun intended, please move along) to get the picture and see what they were up to. It makes me feel like I’m somehow included in the fun. Plus I’m a little bit reassured; they haven’t been murdered — at least not by the time this photo was taken. Is it just the gee-whiz factor, or is there something to this?