Darlene picked up her telephone to call Sandy. April fifteen was not that far away.
“I’ve finally got your taxes done,” she began. “Sorry it took so long, but I had a lot of people rushing in at the last minute. You need to come in and look at them so I can post them for you.”
“Oh, good! Is this a refund year or a payment year?” Sandy asked.
“A refund year! That traveling you did last summer to go see that horror story writer added just enough, but all you got from Joan’s books almost sank you. She did quite well, didn’t she?” Sandy was a literary agent.
“Yes. I’m lucky I found her,” Sandy responded. “Or she found me. She’s my best client. So, have you seen our little genius lately?” Sandy asked.
“No.” Darlene laughed. “I almost began to miss her.”
“I told you if you ignored her, she
