Chapter Thirty-Two
Monica Has It All
We named our daughter Samantha, not after anyone in particular, but because, on the slim chance Felicia’s premonitions were wrong and it was a boy, we would not have to renegotiate and could stick with Sam.
Authors of male-centered comedy inevitably reach this point, if their characters survive long enough. All the wildly funny frat-boy lusting and humping and drinking and retching give way to the realities of wee-hour feedings and changing nappies. Which I’m sure can be wildly funny to anyone who is not directly involved.
You won’t find any of that here. Sorry to disappoint.
Sam was born in Escondido, where we stayed in the early months. It seemed like a fresh start, a vacation from everything that had gone before. Back in Simi Valley, Todd house-
