Vignette from a story in the making (NSFAJ)

(Background: I'm helping a fancy elderly man write his memoirs. We've spoken on the phone and e-mailed. Today, I met him in person for the first time.)

I couldn't believe I was sitting there at the Olive Garden in Cary. It was packed with suburban people and their suburban children who'd arrived in their suburban SUVs. It was so loud I was straining to hear my companion talk on and on and on about himself without ever pausing except to let me agree that he is, indeed, a fascinating person with a story to tell.

He leaned in closer and his dancing blue eyes took on a more serious expression. "I have slept with boys and girls," he said, pausing to see my reaction. If he was trying to shock me, he only succeeded in doing so by telling me he'd slept with girls. "But I don't want to write a sex book. I find that distasteful."

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He's writing a book, but I'm going to have a book's worth of material by the time we're done.