I heard about the shooting on the
news. It could have been you, you know that don't you?
Yeah, but I'm fine. It wasn't
me.
Richard, this isn't one of your books.
You don't know the ending. You were just lucky yesterday.
You're overreacting, Mother. Where is this coming
from?
How the hell can you ask me something like that?!
Think about how much you love Alexis and that is how much I
love you and don't you dare ask me where is this coming
from.
You have gotten through most of your life on your wit and charm
and no small amount of talent..
but that is the real world out there,
and you can't charm your way out of a bullet.
You think I should quit?
I think you should be honest to yourself about why you're doing
this.
You have written 22 novels before you met her.
And you didn't need to spend everyday in a police station in
order to finish them.
>it's not about
the books
anymore.
