Chapter 50
I’m being cross-referenced. I feel so relevant.
Samantha is in her favorite chair, next to me and the script. She speaks into the phone, while David, sitting at the kitchen table, tries not to listen.
“I’m glad you think my notes helped,” she says. “Yeah, Michael, I like it. A lot. It’s only a generation after Minnesota has become a state, so you could play that up, to parallel Agnes debating whether or not to join a union of her own. And there are a few areas where the dialogue feels more English than Midwestern, even back then.”
Samantha listens to the reply. “Okay, I’ll scan the pages with my notes and send them to you,” she says. She pushes her hair behind her ear, looks up at David, then back down to me. She runs her hand across my cover. It tickles.
“Mid-September?” S
