"You know, I used to be a writer."
"Really?"
"Oh, yes. Wrote a play, got second place."
Shit.
Then, a wave of inspiration.
"Can I ask you a maybe-personal question?" It would be personal to me, this one. I would have been affronted before I had answered, if our situations were reversed.
"Out of curiosity, do you like Marius or Pandora better?"
Marius, my Marius.
"Pandora," he answers, without hesitation."I like that Anne Rice has female characters that know what they want and how to work to get that." My face fell, and Mr. Miller saw that. "Her Male characters are good, but too much... wusses. Too much whining."
I realize in three seconds we have a problem:
He is MY Pandora--he knows exactly what he wants and how, and there am I, there is Marius, picking up pieces of dreams he has shattered to give it to him.
Hopefully, I'll learn to do this well....
Marius and Pandora did not.
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