Today I was talking to my nephew and he said, “Did you post that on your blog?”
My head whipped around. “Did Gary tell you about the blog?”
“Yeah. It’s like an anonymous blog, right?”
“It’s supposed to be,” I said pointedly, as I swiftly reviewed everything I had ever posted about my in-laws and how much fall-out there would be when my nephew finds the blog. (He might have found it last night at 3:14. Still, there’s a chance other readers are up at 3:14, not just my nephew. What time is it in France when it’s 3:14 here? It might have been the Catamites.)
I’ve been careful about covering my trail, with one exception: the niece and nephew have pretty distinctive first names. So, in case they try to track me down by googling themselves, I have carefully gone through and substituted their real names with their Pig-Farsi names. They are now Arhan-fay and Arzaana-fay.
Pig-Farsi Muslim names. That’s just wrong.