Viv. Did I catch you at a bad time?

I wanted to just quickly go over our plans for heading to the hotel tomorrow night. Just figure out when Charles was dropping you off so I could plan to take the bus down there. Is Charles still not planning to attend the con?

Well... Fair enough. Can't say I blame him. And yeah.

Con committee wants us there for the staff drink stew at eight o'clock.

Viv. I did it again. Some luckless little wormy fans came into the Med this morning and God damn it, I just let them have it. They were trying to peek at my writing! Little fuckers!

But God damn it! I hate losing my temper like that. Specially in public. Specially at the Med.

Yeah. Well. I could only breathe once I'd gotten out of the cafe and back home and the double espressos wore off.

Okay.

Okay. We'll try it your way this weekend. I'll stick to "green tea." I'll need it. And honey for my voice. Anyway.

I don't know. Viv. Sometimes I think. One of these young men is gonna be the death of me.

And I don't mean my career. You're going to love this, though.

You've told me to trust my instincts and when I feel missing frame moments in cinema of reality? Yes? The little scratch marks on sprocket holes?

Well, when I got home from the Med I was doing my breathing. I swear I had a mental image of a couple of marble agents from the Atlantis books taking you to their underground base in New Mexico.

Weird, yeah. But I really felt like you were in danger or a flash. Then it went. So. Are you okay Viv?

Christ.

Why are the vibes so God damn weird right now? It's gotta be the type of summer. The for (??). America is a cancer, after all.

And the con full of weirdos on top of that. Can we just stay in our respecting sweets and read Glorious George long — 19th century novels. Avoid every single tedious panel and embarrassing costume contest? Please?

Yeah. I know.

And good for the bottom line, which isn't doing too good on this end at the moment. And for yours, with the new book coming out. You've seriously -- won't let me read a word of volume two of anarchy and now I'm going to hear a passage for the very first time along with all the other men during the keynote.

You know how to create a sensation, Ab Eel.

That's exciting. That's damn exciting.

Speaking of stars and fortunes, if I remember my dreams tonight I'll tell you about them over frozen margs at the St. Francis bar. See you tomorrow, Ab Eel.