"I'm so happy you liked it," said Clara.
"Well, I'm just call 'em like I see 'em," I replied. "However, it does need a little editing ... to smooth out the rough edges and get it ready for prime time."
"Oh, I know that ... I've already sent it to a freelance editor."
I drummed my fingers on the manuscript. "You don't waste any time, do you?"
"I don't have a lot to waste."
"So, how do you think you'll publish it?"
"On Kindle ... that's how your neighbor, Mr. Nesbaum, got started."
"How do you know that?"
"I follow him on facebook."
"Of course. So, you think you can duplicate his success, eh?"
"Well, I'm going to try ... I'm meeting with him for lunch tomorrow ... to pick his brain."
I took a sip of my coffee. "Good idea."
Clara's face got serious. "By the way, have you talked to William lately?"
"I stopped by his table at breakfast this morning and he sure seemed to be acting strangely."
"What do you mean?"
"I asked him if he wanted to join me and Mr. Nesbaum for lunch and he said no."
"He's probably going to the casino."
"It was the way he said it ... like he was offended by the idea."
"Well, Uncle Billy talked me into subbing for a sick friend on his bowling team tonight ... I'll ask him what's going on."
Clara smiled. "Oh, would you?"
"And shoot me a Tweet after you've talked to him."
"I'll call you."