Chapter Eighteen“I don't know…” Ginger said, biting her bottom lip.
“C'mon, Ginger. It's just a phone call.”
Ginger's face was paler than usual. She looked down the sidewalk in front of Copperfield's as if for help, but aside from a couple of college students walking toward them, they were alone on the street.
“You can't do it?” she asked Ellie.
Ellie shook her head. “I just talked to Rhonda last Saturday. I don't want her to think I'm bugging her. She's the only one I could get to even consider taking a look at Lady Phoenix. And you won't be talking to her, just her assistant.” She laid her hand on Ginger's shoulder. “Do it for Sam. Do it for the unsung writers of the world everywhere. The novelists who never got a chance.” She knew she was laying it on a little thick, but whatever.
