Chapter 43

I liked Tommy Tudor, but most people didn’t. He came across as arrogant at times, stubborn, and childish. I prided myself to know that I could handle his temperament, writing for him and allowing our relationship to grow as employee and employer. Some workers at Artist Trendthought we were sleeping together, screwing our brains out, since Tudor just happened to be nice to me. Such assumptions were the furthest things from the truth because Tudor loved his wife, Terry, and their three daughters.

Before heading east, driving the two hundred and forty miles, I promised Tudor that I would come back with a story about the ashtray artist. Tudor wanted nothing less.

“It’s what I’m paying you to do. Don’t let either of us down.”

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