Send Me Your Request!

It was 7:30 in the morning and I was on my way to do my annual mammogram--something that gives me the heebie jeebees every time. To calm down I call my friend Claudia, who I love dearly and is always funny and upbeat. As she is filling me in on her ex-husband's lastest antic--bringing his new child (of lover/witch/new wife/Vivian)  to Claudia's house so his 20 year old son (with Claudia) can see their physical resemblance--she suddenly asks me if there is a murder in my new book. Why? I ask her. Because If I were a writer, she tells me, I'd murder Enrique (ex-husband) in the first scene. Well, I tell her, I could probably arrange one. Do you want me to call the victim Enrique? Oh, yes, she tells me delightedly, and while you're at it can you kill Vivian too!