Stephen, I need your help.
Stephen, are you there?
Oh, so I am to be at your beck and call, am I?
No. It’s more that I’m at yours. But I need your help. Really, truly.
You cannot need my help that badly, if you can stop to play a game of solitaire in the middle of asking me.
Solitaire is an avoidance mechanism. You know that.
What are you avoiding, pray tell?
You really do want to know? That’s- that’s great.
I need you to get me I need to get out of my head.
You need me to get you “out of your head.” I see the strikethroughs, dear. What makes you think I am capable of doing that? I am not much of anything except a burden.
Is that how you feel? Honestly?
I am sick. I am basically helpless as you have written me.
You won’t be by the end of the book. I promise you.
Right now I am quite positive you could not write me out of a paper bag.
I know. That’s why I need your help.
You wish me to do your job?
My job is to take the dictation. Your job is to talk.
Well, and so. I had not thought of it that way before. Then shall we get started?