She took a deep breath. Then she scratched her head and forced herself to open her other eye. It wasn’t that bright out anymore. She took another breath and looked at him. “Which part, Steve?”

“The part about you not writing for six months.”

“That’s true,” she sighed, looked out at the sky. The sun was gone; but there was still that faint afterglow around the horizon, lighting the evening sky on fire. “I’ve only just started really writing ...