I shook my damp hands dry as I placed a cluster of red grapes into a bowl for a snack. All I cared to do was slip my tired body into a pair of silk pajamas and situate myself in front of the TV. I had a mind to text J and tell him that I would have to postpone our date. I was not in the mood to occupy my time with J. But since I told him that we could go out, I thought I’d unenthusiastically keep those plans. It wasn’t that I didn’t like J, he was not the kind of man I would date at my age.
Foolish At Forty soon to hit shelves!