Chapter 5: Questions
Bergman waited for Sawyer to finish writing.
“Not too racy for you?” he asked, a devilish grin spreading across his face.
Sawyer placed his pen on a scrap of blotting paper he’d no doubt brought just for that purpose then relaxed back into his chair.
“It was a little colourful,” he replied. “But what the heck. Who hasn’t had a similar experience at the Beach Festival?”
“Tell me one of yours then,” said Bergman.
Sawyer laughed uncomfortably. “No, no. I’m here to interview you and already the afternoon is getting away from us.” He clasped his hands together and stretched his arms out producing a small cracking sound from either a wrist, an elbow, or a shoulder. “But I’d like to ask you something.”
Bergman raised his eyebrows and nodded for Sawyer to continue.
“Ho
