I’m Sunny Chanel, the main character in Middle Ageish, Shirley’s novel. Fifty-four and dating. A lot. Did I have a choice? The woman invented me.

She dated. She wrote. She stuck me in the novel. She even broke my heart.

Lots of those meets in the novel were the real thing, but who can tell what’s true from truish? I’ve lost track myself. I’ll bet Shirley’s lost track too.

She carried a little notebook to meets, took notes in the toilet stall. Names. Dates. Details.