I’m sure half of me was relieved. The other half still wanted to bite his head off, but he’d only win a war of words. He’d been a craftsman at his art a whole lot longer than I have been I could just see him twisting my thoughts, then laughing when I started to sound stupid and flustered. Defeatedly taking a chair to his side, I picked up my notebook and began to write, though there was nothing in my mind to say that made any sense. I rambled on for nearly an hour, and not one decent thing appeared between the pale blue lines on the yellow legal pad.
“Let me see what you’ve done?” Jack finally asked.
I smiled with embarrassment, handing him my failure, and to my surprise, he read through the three new pages of gibberish beginning to end.
“I think it’s time for bed,” was his only rep
