Ideas into Words
As I stepped into her office, I found Elise in her desk chair, bent over a page of manuscript rolled up into her typewriter. She didn’t look up. She never looked up. Just a
year or two earlier, that would still have infuriated me. Social graces, Elise? Remember those? But by now I was long past the point where I paid it any mind. So I sat and waited
while she finished.
