The next book (Heather)

Many years ago Chris (my husband) wrote a short story that included detail about the chaos in our home as a natural result of raising a small child. In it, he specifically mentioned a tennis ball landing in a bowl of cereal, and I remember feeling mildly offended when I read that bit. After I took this photograph, I noted with a twinge of embarrassment that the tennis ball had turned up again, only this time in the fruit bowl on the dining room table. Fortunately in mono it is somewhat disguised, so you are unlikely to notice and hold it against me.