Chapter 8For the next three weeks I was embroiled in edits as well as approving the cover art for the book and all the other details of getting it out into the world. At the same time I had an idea for the one that would follow it, so I spent what free time I had making notes and laying out the basic plot.
That gave me no time to spend with Noah. When I talked to him, and we did call each other if nothing else, he said he understood. “I’m busy, too,” was his response more than once, followed by, “Now that the holidays are over I seem to have a dozen interviews to do for my column, plus researching the authors and artists before I can get to them,” and other words to that effect.
“Truth?” I’d ask.
“Yes, Sam, it’s the truth.” I could hear the hurt in his voice that I didn’t believe him.
