Sunday: beginnings. Here’s the beginning of Chapter 3 of Mrs. Plansky Goes Rogue, coming July 15 and preoderable now. (Norm was Mrs. P’s husband of many years, now deceased.)

Mrs. Plansky awoke to find herself in her favorite sleeping position, a sort of twisted K. Norm—an engineer, don’t forget—had come up with an inverted C that fit the twisted K perfectly. Once, at a boring party, or maybe even at a not so-boring one, she’d turned to him and said, “How about some of that old KC?” Perhaps raising her voice a bit over the din. Some nearby guest overheard and jumped in. “Can’t beat the barbeque,” she’d said.