Peter stood with his editor in the old man"s library. He waited and worried. His editor had told him to calm down repeatedly on the way into the house. Peter"s hands shook. He plunged them into his pockets so his idol wouldn"t notice.
The great man entered the room. Augustus F. Sebastian stood with cane in hand, saying nothing, looking Peter up and down. Peter offered his hand, willing it not to shake too badly. “Hello, it"s so good to meet you.”
“Aha! You"re the damn prodigy Danny has been telling me about, eh? He"s my editor too, so I"m not convinced of his taste in writers,” said August, taking the young writer"s hand.
The editor chuckled. “You can"t blame the boy for wanting to meet his favorite writer.”
August dismissed the compliment. “Well, you have terrible taste, my boy. You s
