GRACE
The next morning, I find myself in James’ home office again, picking up books I must have read a dozen times and analysing their covers as if it’s the first time I’ve seen them.
Upon hearing James’ footsteps creep up behind me, I place the book I’m holding back on the shelf and turn around. “My brain is still struggling to process the fact that JD Simmons and you are the same person. You’re just a…man.” I shake my head. “A normal guy.”
James snickers. “You’re a writer, too,” he says, as if I should understand.
“No, I’m not. Not like you. You’re like a…a star. I’m just a guy tapping out his random thoughts in my spare time.”
“As am I,” he says, wearing a smirk. “Simmons is my grandmother’s maiden name,” he explains. “Which one is your favourite?”
I blow a puff of air through p
