Page 43 of For All It's Worth
“Would you…would you help me write the introduction?” I paused and let that idea sink in for a second. Worrying that he needed encouragement, I continued, “I have some of it but you’ve always been better with words. I’ll credit you, of course.”
He hesitated for a second. A blink and you’ll miss it expression of frustration played across his face. “I’ll be happy to help, but it has to come from you.” His tone was gentle. “I think it’s more genuine if it’s you that writes it.”
I knew that he was right, but the deadline was looming, having been put off by me more than once. The press had a slot free and if I missed this one then it would be months before I could get published.
“Does anyone else know?”
Outside of Evan and the center, Max was the only person that understood the part of my soul that needed expression. My mom should, with her art, but I’d repressed that part of myself so fully that she didn’t see it in me compared to Will.
“Aside from the necessary people? Just you and Evan.”
He nodded. “Let’s get your stuff to Henry’s, then we can take a look at what you’ve got.”
