"I can't tell you if it's going to sell," she said, looking back at the table. "But I can tell you that if the goddamned public knows s**t from shinola, it's going to be huge."
Allie's mouth was open. "That good?"
"Better," Marisa said.
"So it's better than just capable?" I said, smiling at her initial description of Long Gone.
She looked at me, then looked back at the table.
"Jesus, Tyler," Allie said, watching Marisa's reaction.
"Sorry," I said. "Why don't we all go get a beer?"
"Sure," Allie said, standing.
Marisa looked from me to Allie, then back again.
"I'm just gonna get back and turn in for the night if that's okay."
Allie tried to talk her into staying, but it was a no go. So Marisa left, while Allie and I moseyed to the bar for a drink.
Halfway through our first beer,
