Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Egg McOhoh ...
I swallowed the last bite of my Egg McMuffin. "Yes."
"And it's fiction?"
"Now that we've established that, let's determine the genre ... is it a crime novel? Thriller? Mystery?"
"This is where I get bogged down ... I'm just not sure which genre describes Headwind."
"Well, it isn't that unique ... we just have to look for similar books. Can you think of anything?"
"I guess it comes closest to a road-slash-buddy story ... you know, where disparate characters are thrown together on a journey."
"Kinda like Midnight Run?"
"Well, sort of ... I've thought of that, but there are essential differences ... besides, that's a movie, not a book."
"Okay ... but what are the similarities?"
I sipped my coffee and thought about it. I was about to answer when I saw Uncle Billy walking across the parking lot.
Clara followed my gaze and saw him too. "There's your uncle ... I'm mad at him."
"So, I heard."
She looked at me. "What did you hear?"
I blushed. "Nothing really ... Billy just said you were angry with him."
"He's like a kid ... he thinks I don't know he's seeing other women."
"Does that bother you?"
"I don't care what he does. I just wish he be more honest about it."
Billy came in the door and stopped cold when he spotted us. Then he slowly walked over to our table.
"Well, if it isn't my two favorite authors," he said.
"Hi, Uncle Billy."
I decided to avoid the crossfire and stood up. "We can finish this later Clara ... "
"Don't leave on my account," said Uncle Billy.
"I'm sure William wouldn't mind hearing 'author' talk," said Clara.
I slipped on my coat. "No, really ... I told Cheryl I'd stop at Kroger's to pick some things for her ... thanks for your help Clara."
"I feel like all we did was talk about my book."
"No, no, you were a big help ... I can run with what we discussed ... thanks again." I picked up my coffee cup and walked quickly away.