At ten in the evening I stood in line for the phone booth, a bit drunk. One of the authors was reading a new scene to her editor. It was so moving I started to cry. She perked up a bit when she noticed, but didn’t acknowledge my presence.
When it was finally my turn I called my parents to tell them I was incredibly happy, and asked them if they could read out the subtitles of the movie they were watching until I ran out of coins.
