As an extra special treat, while I’m deep in the throes of editing the latest draft of Butterfly and not allowed out of the house except for pee breaks*, I thought I’d share a picture of a three decker in Worcester, which may or may not have something to do with the book.

 

And now back to the editing table.

 

 

 

 

 

 

* Imagine, if you will, we have an outhouse and that I live somewhere remote, mountainous, quiet, except for people complaining loudly that they have to walk outside to the outhouse to pee when everyone else they know has running water and electricity and television and all that good stuff. Or don’t imagine that, I’m not going to boss you around.