On p. 18, Will and Julie have conversation about Julie's job as an editor. She tells him about all the trashy manuscripts she has to read. I narrate it in the book:
For the life of me, I never knew how she could stand reading all that trash. She ran on about another one, a woman imagining the sex life of Hiawatha, and yet another one that analyzing the mind of a mass murderer who went straight and became the protector of little girls. Like she's the only one in the world with problems?What does this say about Will? Is he trying to get control back over his life? He values simplicity? Is he just so self-centered he runs out of patience for hearing about her problems?
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