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to push it right now. “Tell me how this works. You do both the writing and the illustrating?”
    She nodded. “I write a script first, usually. Unless I’m stuck, then I’ll draw the picture and try and ferret out the words from that. I block the whole thing out on a storyboard and then I pencil sketch.” She showed him a draft. She called it rough, but he thought it was pretty intricate. “I transfer it to this cardstock, I usually add more details, and then ink it. Then I scan it into my computer.” She jiggled the mouse to wake up her screen. “I use a software program to color the image. Mine are mostly black and white though. Except for a few touches of color. Blaze’s hair mostly.”
    “Wow, I didn’t even know a computer could do that.” He leaned on the desk, folding his arms across his chest. “What made you decide to draw comics?”
    “You’ll think it’s dumb.” Doubt shadowed her face, and he hated that.  
    “No, I promise, I won’t.”
    “Remember the A-Ha video from the 80s? ‘Take On Me’?”
    “You’re too young to remember the 80s.” She looked so fresh with her jammies and the smattering of freckles on her face.
    “Ha!” She cocked her head with a saucy little jerk. “If you read my Wiki page, then you are well aware that I am about to turn forty.”
    “I remember the video. It was pretty big doings then. MTV was new.”
    “Well, it inspired me. I wanted to live in the comic book pages. And now I do.”  
    “You’re just begging me to answer with something about living in the funny pages now, you know that, don’t you?”
    She ignored the comment. “What made you decide to be an actor?”
    “Molly Ringwald.”
    Charlie looked perplexed. “You knew Molly Ringwald?”
    Jeeves shook his head. “No. I wanted to. Very badly.”
    Charlie laughed and then she pulled him off the desk edge. “I have a deadline and need to get back to work. I’ll see you at six.”
     
     
    “Tell me again why you don’t want to date the movie star?” Myrtle asked.  
    Charlie groaned into her mug. “He’s not a movie star. He’s a television…no he’s not a TV star either. I think he’s more famous for dating than anything else, which, by the way, is exactly why I don’t want to date him.” Not that it stopped him from asking.  
    “Okay,” Myrtle countered. “So rich, talented, handsome actor moves to town, finds you attractive despite your efforts to be otherwise to him, and wants to date you. You will make out with him twice a day, but won’t go to dinner with him. Explain this to me.”
    “We don’t always make out. Sometimes we just hold hands. And it’s for Medusa.”
    Though Myrtle had no children, she threw a mean mom-stare. Charlie rankled from the scrutiny and stared into the mug to avoid any more direct eye contact. Myrtle didn’t let her off that easy, though. “Nobody, including you, believes you need to tongue tango with Jeeves Allencaster in order to keep his dog alive. Why won’t you date him? Everyone in town talks about nothing else.”
    “Well, there’s another good reason not to. Imagine how bad they would be if I said yes. You know he told everyone at Mel’s he was courting me? Courting.”
    “Sweetie, everyone at Mel’s has money at stake. There’s a huge pool going on. I’ve got fifty on the Sweetheart Dance.”
    Charlie’s eyes widened. “You’re my best friend.”
    “I know. They almost didn’t let me place a bet since I might have inside information. In the end, they decided you’re such a wild card even knowing you well wouldn’t be that much of an advantage. But just the same, if you were to kiss him in front of everyone at the dance, we could use the money for a spa day together.”
    A customer showed up then, saving Myrtle from Charlie’s righteous indignation. Imagine—the whole town was betting on her love life. How pathetic was her existence?
    Charlie wasn’t complaining about being neighborly. The kissing was more than