“Well,” says the
Author, bright smile once more returning to his lips, “You might
learn something new.”
“I think I've learned
enough for one day,” Fiona replies bitterly.
“Besides,” the
Author continues, ignoring her response, “How many of your species
get the chance these days? You'll be unique among your kind, and
have a great story to tell your grandchildren.”
“My grandch...” she
begins as a wave of anger washes through her. “My species?” she
demands, turning that fire towards the Author, “Unique among my
kind?”
She's really not sure
what she'll do next, her rage makes her want to lash out at
everything around her.
“How dare you...”
she starts to say, when Larry's distant voice reaches her.
“Robert is standing
by,” he says, causing the wave of Fiona's anger to crash on the
shore of the moment.
“Please, Good Lady,”
a new voice behind her says, “Just a moment of your time.”
