“What if I'm not the superhero? What if I'm the bad guy?”

“Well, I'm nearly a hundred and ten. It's time I settled down”

“What if I'm not a superhero. What if I'm the bad guy?”

“When I write a story, it's not like I'm thinking about what I'm doing”

“What are you thinking?" he asked curiously.Ilooked up into his deep gold eyes, became befuddled, and, as usual, blurted out the truth."I'm trying to figure out what you are.”

“Angry grizzly bears are going to look tame next to what is waiting for you at home." I snapped the phone shut and placed it in her waiting hand. "I'm done.”

“Good or Bad?Good.That's what I thought”