Because I'm a bald, dim-witted writer, people think I couldn't possibly be her husband, so they occasionally confuse me for someone more glamorous. At O'Hare airport, a man asked if he could take Rebecca's photo. When I reflexively stepped away,… — Steve Rushin Copy Share Image
“To who?" Bex asked. " Rebecca !" her mother snapped. "Sorry." Bex shrugged. "To whom ," she corrected herself, even though I highly doubted that had been her mother's point.” — Ally Carter Copy Share Image
