Clarissa's Blog

A friend is telling me how she was trying to figure out which house on our street is mine.

“OK, it’s definitely not this house with red lanterns because Clarissa is too worldly not to get the significance of living in a red-light district. She mentions the environment sometimes, so this house that is lit up like an opera theater can’t be hers. And this one with a huge inflatable snowman would just freak her out. And this one is decorated in such a vulgar way that it can’t be hers. Oh, here is a tree with a little red bow on every branch. This must totally be Clarissa’s house!”