Chapter 11

The rest of the afternoon they’d work on the book. After dinner they would take a walk around the neighborhood or sit in the back yard and read until it got dark.

“This is the good life,” Jeff said, early one evening. “We should have done this a long time ago, instead of living an hour apart and relying on the phone or IMs when we were writing.”

“We live and learn,” Spence replied. “It’s your fault, though. I asked you several times to move to San Francisco but you wouldn’t.”

“And you know why. I don’t like the big city life. Yeah, where I lived was hardly a small town, but it suited me better.”

“Now we’ve got the best of both worlds, as clichéd as that sounds. This is almost small-town.” Spence waved his hand around to encompass the neighborhood. “But we can go downtown and it’s like being in a big city, if we use our imaginations.”

“We could do that tonight,” Jeff said. “We should, actually, for the next part of the book.”

Spence laughed. “That’s as good an excuse as any.”