“You can’t write about me.”
“Right. Only you can do that.”
“What are you saying?”
“I am saying that I can only write about me. Every other chapter is about you, the movie in your head.”
“Oh, my God.”
“You are making this too easy. YOU wrote the first chapter.”
“Oooo-KAY…so the first chapter is about the family at the iron bridge, where the boy finds the rusty gun lock in the water.”
“No”
“No.”
Jack was visibly trembling as he lit up his 45th cigarette. “Well?”
“Jesus, don’t you get it? The first chapter is what we just did. What we just said. I think I should change your name.”
“To what?”
“Jack. Jack Wolf. It fits.”
“Christ.”
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