Chapter Thirty One
Ever hurried to the study to catch the phone before the machine picked up. A voice, any human voice would be welcome. This house had become such a mausoleum.
“Hello? Hello?”
“Ever! I’m so glad I caught you there! There was no answer on your line.”
“Stroud, what is it?”
“Ever, I think I’ve found a publisher!”
“A publisher?”
“For your book!”
“In... Paris?”
“London, actually.”
“But I always thought... I’d publish here.”
“Nicole got me this number.”
“Nicole, you say?”
“She’s in PR, you know.”
No. Ever didn’t know.
“I just spoke to him and he’s interested – very interested in seeing your work. Is the manuscript ready?”
“A... yes. Well, I mean it’s finished. I don’t know about ready…”
“It doesn’t matter at this point if it isn’t completely polished. Knowing wh
