to you

Last night we were sitting in A's living room and he was telling me a weird fantasy about loaning me one of his dogs--Cora, my darling.  She's the pensive one, the subtle one, the emotional one.  Escape artist.  Fraidy pants.

"Why do you put these weird fantasies in my head?" I asked or something like that.  Maybe, "You put weird fantasies in my head."

Always give your books a catchy title.  Something unpronouncable is hard to remember.  That's my advice of the morning to you.