I closed my notebook and looked at Alistair, searching for some hint of encouragement. Reading the various edits of my story had taken the better part of their morning. I was afraid that it might have been time wasted.
Thaddeus raised an eyebrow toward Alistair. “I told you he was good.”
“I never disagreed with you.” Alistair stood and patted me on the shoulder. “Well done, my boy.”
Louise reached for my notebook. “Billy, is it really the first time you"ve written anything?”
I nodded.
She leafed through several pages. “The revisions. Are they all yours?”
I nodded again.
“Well, this is one girl who is quite impressed.” She settled in on the sofa with my notebook. “Mind if I look it over?”
I turned to the garden window where Zelda had been for the entire time. As I had been reading,
