For how many more years will you host the birthday pool party with the pizza and the cake from the grocery store . . .
Dear Afternoon Nap . . .
Peter stood over the bathroom sink, checking in the mirror to be sure that the lines of his suit were straight. Assuring himself he looked as good as circumstances permitted, he leaned over the sink and rubbed a smooth beach stone between his hands. Seventy-three days ago he would have used water, but now their community had strict water usage policies . . .