Guinevere poured me another cup of coffee. "Someone was telling me you're an anthor, Lovett," she said.
"He was mistaken."
She passed this by. "You know I been thinking there's a way you and me could make a lot of money," she said. "I got a story that's worth a million bucks."
"Well, then why don't you write it?"
"I can't. I can't write. I haven't got the patience. But here's my idea. I'll tell you the story, you write it, and we'll split the money. I swear. When I think of the hundreds of thousands of dollars thi book is worth, and it's all in my head."
She was not to be halted.