“Do I have to slap you?” Kris asked as she finished setting up for the February meeting of the Deer Park Moms Book Club at her house, while I flapped around her kitchen in a tizzy of nerves. She had set a beautiful table with Russian-themed food and drink, and the lovely aroma of frying pierogies wafted from the kitchen. “Because I will.”
I’ll be honest. My friends regularly tell me I’m crazy. Of course, they say it lovingly, but I’m type A and more than a little neurotic, and so they’re usually right. I was suffering from a heaping helping of crazy in the hours leading up to the book club event, where I was scheduled to be the evening’s guest author while they discussed Part 1 in my Kings of Brighton Beach series.