Slut! And you don’t want to know why the pool was closed.

I went to swim last night and the pool was closed. “Why,” I asked. Now I have to do my best to forget the answer when I swim tonight. Oh god. I get water in my mouth all the time. I learned about how they “shock the pool” when things like this happen, which means putting in so much chlorine the water starts screaming.

I love how sometimes when I come home Bleecker is sprawled out like this, waiting for me. The little guy loves his belly rubs.

Stacy Horn

I've written six non-fiction books, the most recent is Damnation Island: Poor, Sick, Mad, and Criminal in 19th-Century New York.

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