"Listen, maybe I'd better leave you alone. I'll check back with you later."

"All right. Thanks."

"Try, okay? Try to write something." Mo looked like he wanted to say something more but he couldn't. He left.

The writer sat with his head in his hands. He sighed like the story were hidden within it. "Well Will, old boy," he said to himself. "Forgive me."

He started to type: "Julie's family didn't like Rom, and Rom's had some sort of old beef with hers."