When your beta reader bails...

[image error]You and I are sitting at a table at Starbucks, sipping our Cappuccinos—mine's a decaf, yours is full-leaded with one sugar, I'm setting the mood—when our mutual girlfriend bursts through the door, slides crying into a vacant chair at our table. "He" just broke up with her, with the classic line, "It's not you. It's me." You and I turn to each other, roll our eyes in disgust, and tell her he's lying. Totally lying!We hug her and tell her how sorry we are she's hurting—like good girlfriends do—...