He flips it open and reads the jacket. I watch his face anxiously. His expression grows puzzled. I see him stop and go back to read something again. St. Clair looks up at me. “It’s about cancer,” he says.
Oh. My. God.
“This woman has cancer. What happens to her?”
I can’t swallow. “My father is an idiot. I’ve told you, he’s a complete jackass.”
An excruciating pause. “He sells a lot of these, does he?”
“And people enjoy this? They find it entertaining, do they?”
Anna and the French Kiss
An Unplanned Lesson