i write children's books----
i don't know why we see them.
she is a cold, stuck-up bitch.
harry? is that you?
honey!
honey!
my cab is here, i'm off. mystery man.
 what is that thing?
seattle, san francisco, los angeles, chicago.
i don't know, lots of independent bookstores. rains all day, what are people gonna do.
you can think of one thing.
it better be the peninsula. the money i make for them. are you gonna be okay?
not too sad.
hello?
something wrong, harry?
harry, you know i----
oh harry. i can't just leave the book tour.
there are two days left. there's still seattle.
i love you, harry.
yes?
 hi.
you've written a children's book?
pappas & swain do children's literature.
very well thank you. and you.
yes. good talking to you.
and it was just then----at that very moment----that oliver sneezed----
thank you.
that wasn't discussed.
i'm sorry, i made plans.
it's fine.
it's fine. thank you. we're finished.
thought that would never be over.
let me scrub this crap off my face.