“Nope. You’ll bring them here, and I’ll read them.”
Jimmie shook his head. “That wasn’t in the contract.”
“I have her permission.”
“You have!”
“Yeah. She phones me every day.”
“Phones you!”
“To ask how you are.”
“Good Lord!”
The old man laughed again. “There’s one thing I now discern about Audrey. She is determined. She is as mulish and persevering as her father—a man you ought to meet, incidentally. One can only hope, in the case of an overweaning spirit like Audrey’s, that it will be oriented towards good causes.”
Jimmie shook his head helplessly.