And I’m sorry if I confused your name. I could find it but I don’t know how to tell you.”
“Well, perhaps when Mike gets finished he could tell me.”
Jan’s eyes suddenly lit up. Xxnx They had currently been working on a story of two Native American youngsters who got lost in hills of western Oklahoma and were trying to find their way home. Mike and Jan were semi-retired and make some of their income writing fiction books. Mike had a way that he always rewarded himself for finishing any book. “True story. Mike is part Choctaw, and I think I’m part Cherokee,” Jan stopped rather abruptly realizing how this could sound so patronizing. It was obvious to Jan and Joseph that Mike was in a good mood from his drinking though.
