“It is.” Jill had barely looked, enough to skim. “I trust you. You normally trust yourself enough to do this. Why didn’t you tell him?”
“I…don’t know whether I should. I thought I shouldn’t because it’s your secret as well, and now it just seems…counterproductive, I suppose. He wouldn’t think it was worth making a fuss over, it’s not as if I do much, and then he’d feel terrible for not liking lines I’d written, and he’d try to be nice about it, and then that reaction wouldn’t be honest, nothing from then on would be, and I’d…rather not.”
Jill stared at him.
“Don’t say I’m wrong.”
“You’re wrong.”
“I’m not.”
“You pick the weirdest times to be stubborn,” Jill muttered. “You are wrong, okay? I just can’t figure out how to explain it to you. You’re too damn good at making what has to be t
