"None of them have ever seen her face to face?"
"Something like that."
"Well she's coming," I insisted. "If I have to drag her there kicking and screaming. It'll give her some exposure, maybe help her make some connections."
Natalie sighed. "It's your party."
"I'll take care of it myself," I said. "You don't worry. I'll take care of everything. You just make sure they don't throw us out when we get there, okay?"
"You're the boss," she said, and rang off.
* * * * *
The next day at nearly noon, a FedEx driver pulled into the driveway and hauled a big, heavy box to the front door.
"Tyler Collins?" he said.
"That's me," I said.
"Sign here," he said, turning his electronic delivery pad upside down.
I scrawled my signature, then carried the box inside.
It was twenty copies of Long Go
