CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
I ought to have just had a little drink and delayed the party. Getting my story published was just a little scratch on the surface. I did not know it until Paramount Pictures gave me a call. The Executives there had seen my story run on The New Yorker and were well aware that lots of readers whose number was probably in hundreds of millions liked it very much. The reviews I saw were very strong, just so fantastic that I nearly got tempted to say they were all a bunch of lies, made up by some seasoned literary critics who just wanted things to swing in my favor. But the whole truth and nothing but the truth was that my story had become a huge hit, and the Executives at Paramount Pictures had suddenly seen a goldmine in it, and wanted to acquire it for a movie project. Mr.
