I clamped my hands over my ears as the answering machine went off for the second time, its piercing scream tearing me away from my latest manuscript, and calling into question my long time allegiance to my best friend, and publicist, Adison Wilkes.
“….oh, and another thing. I KNOW you are screening your calls. Maaaa-dee. I, I, I, Maaaaaa-dee. See, I can do this allll day long, and for a long time, too, which is why I am the best publicist IN THE WORLD. Pick up the damn phone, sister, ‘cause I’m not going away.”
