I just had lunch with my agent. Besides having a good time, which we always have, she reasurred me about being offered a contract for the next two Faye Quick books.
“What are they waiting for?” I knew, of course.
“The numbers. They need to know what to offer.”
“You mean they might offer less?”
“No. The same or more.”
I’m home now and I know I’ll never be offered a contract for any book ever again.
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