The Pony isn’t Adele’s first brush with
Oh, Adele. You’re a girl after our own hearts.
The Pony in this one is the mind-boggling idea of her having a husband — if that’s true, wouldn’t the poor man say that after every single word she writes?
An intrepid reader picked up the phone and called up Adele’s paper to learn a little more about the woman behind the magic:
I took advantage of my lunch break yesterday to call the Kitsap Business Journal. More than morbid, car-crash-variety curiosity, I wanted confirmation that it is indeed a real paper with real people making editing decisions, and not some Onion joke gone awry.
Anyway, a beleagured, Lieberman/Eeyore sounding editor answered with: