…my foot, my mouth. My foot spends a lot of time there, I’m ashamed to say.
A reader wrote this comment about my blog post "Champagne Wishes and Caviar Dreams" on Tess Gerritsen.
Reading that, I felt like a total schmuck. Why didn’t I see it that way from the get-go? Tess wasn’t at fault, it was me. I was way out of line. Tess, I owe you a sincere apology.