Got a phonecall.
It was a woman who lived next door when I was little. "I ran into your mother at the supermarket yesterday," she starts off, "and she told me you're a writer!" Oo! thinks me, what could this be? Not a lead, at last, on the job I've been waiting for months, so patiently, to fall into my lap?...Almost. The woman's twelve-year-
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