My name is Nora Black. I’m over fifty and loving it. I’ve embraced the aches and pains, the failing vision, and the new slightly odoriferous physic gift that seems to keep on giving.
Of course, the somewhat younger man in my life helps.
However, I’m on my own in the latest smell-o-vision adventure of deadly snakes, a hijacked bridal/baby shower, and a groom in jeopardy.
Well… maybe not totally alone. With my two BFFs, my sweetie cop and a whole bunch of nutty Garden Covians by my side, we’ll come out smelling like roses.
The aroma with a view into the future may look bleak, but I plan to win. Life is just too damned good to accept the alternative.