Chapter 15
Josh had wanted to help, but Melanie only let him do so when she was stuck on some particular aspect of Perrin’s business strategy.
“Your job, Joshua, is to write. You wrote those two press releases for her, which were wonderful, thank you. But that is not your passion. You have quit your job to write a novel. Go, write your novel.”
As if he could just wave a wand and the typed pages would appear. So, he’d gone alone to his usual table at Angelo’s and sat down to write.
He tried waving a fork of the boar-sausage pasta that Graziella had served him for lunch, but all it did was waft the delicious smell of garlic, sausages, and fresh basil; no novel magically appeared on the table or under it. He checked.
So he ate the pasta, ignored the gentle conversations of the late lu
