A Party

On Sunday, my father and stepmother threw a party for my book. 

Season to Taste is going to be published this month. (Two weeks!)

At the party, I wore the perfume that I bought in France, back when I was reporting the book. Its smell reminds me of the beach.

I talked with some new friends and some old friends. (And a baby named Hannah, with perfect, perfect toes.)
 

There was cake.

(The air smelled like champagne.)   

 
I read from my book.

And afterward, I thanked my family.

Because not only did they throw me a lovely party.

But they took care of me when I was down.

(They sure know how to celebrate, too.)