“So I said, ‘Sir, you’re not really gonna like the story I’ve written, but if I could fill in these last few pages, you might.’ He just looked at me, like he knew what I wanted to ask, so I went ahead. ‘Can I go write these last few pages and come back when I’m done?’ He studied me, then smiled and nodded. I turned to the person behind me, said, ‘Hey, save my place,’ and walked down the steps and out the door.” Tommye laughed again. “When I left, every hand in the place was up.”
