Tom…Umm, we’ve been talking, and—well, there’s no easy way to put this—But are you nuts? Two weeks of nobody northern Ohio “authors” going to book signings? You’re seeing a therapist, right? (Batton Thomas walks out indignantly. Followed by Dinkle, Lillian, Les, and My Father Was John Darling. Possibly also a talking chimp, if he wrote a book)
Hey, where’d all those “If you don’t like it, don’t read it!” rays of sunshine go? Do you not like reading about MORE Funky characters spending a week on book signings? (Seriously, AGAIN with the book signings? What ISN’T wrong with Tom the Ego Bomb?)
DARE you imply that Heathcliff is funnier than Crank?! (wears helmet with “HAM” on it, floats away on bubble gum balloon. Two birds react with disdain)
Here’s the story of William Jones, Defender of Female Virtue: "He abandoned his first wife and their children in Missouri.
His second wife was a 12 year old Mexican girl. He abducted her and after a complaint submitted his resignation to President Buchanan before he was fired.
In 1864 (age 49) he married his 3rd wife, a 15 year old girl he abandoned in 1865 when he moved to Hawaii."
OMG I’ve been working on "Mauve"’s meaning since I read it as a teen! Thank you!