The Duke and Duchess of Cambridge are in town. Normally, I wouldn’t give much attention to them, but for some odd reason with their arrival here in Los Angeles I began to think about their stay.
I found myself checking the weather reports to see if the sun would shine agreeably on them. I didn’t want the weather to be too hot. Eighty-two degrees is comfortable, with a slight breeze blowing in from the ocean. Hospitable.
It’s not like me to be concerned. It must be the Chamber of Commerce in me. My lady friend lives just a few blocks away from where the Duke and Duchess are staying. I can hear helicopters flying overhead from time to time. I couldn’t imagine being pestered with no reprieve.
It would make me happy if they went to Malibu, to enjoy the weather, and frolic in the Pacific Ocean, to let their pallid skin see the sun.
I happened to see a picture of the couple as they disembarked from their airplane. I must say I was disappointed with the Duke of Cambridge’s suit. The fabric looked like that of a simpleton.
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