Chapter Four
She took me in her arms and squeezed me tight. Her soft chuckle was in my ear, “You think you’re the only one with fears? Get in line, sister. Get in line.”
I pulled away so that I could look Ava in the eye when I asked, “Speaking of fears, what was that you said earlier about handling assignments of my own? Are you already plotting my departure?”
“Come with me.” Ava took my hand and led me from her bedroom into the studio. She opened the top draw of her taboret, withdrew a stapled sheaf of papers and handed them to me, saying, “It’s yours if you want it.”
‘It’ was a script for an 8-page western comic book story.
“What do you mean, it’s mine?” I wondered aloud.
“The full job... pencils, inks and letters... I think you’re ready to leave the nest and fly on your own. What
