Give That Bitch Some Bonbons

The Muse, again. Taking the story through a bootlegger's turn, and now she's sitting on her red velvet fainting-couch, selecting bonbons from a beribboned cardboard box, and thinking through how she's going to tell me to fix this thing. I can't go any further until I figure out how Character A has received the information he's going to impart to Girl Friday. I know there's a solution, it's on the tip of my brain. The goddamn Muse is sitting on it.

Some days she's like that.

I am just going to k...