You won’t regret it. I’ll touch base again next week.” David Spooner stabbed a button on his phone, then hooted. “We did it, Sid. You, pretty lady, are booked as a guest on The Doctors!” She exclaimed her delight, then from the smacking and moaning, I assumed they were either licking each other or kissing. “This will be huge exposure,” she said. “Nationwide!” “The producers said they’d gotten more mail about comas and Coma Girl than any single subject in the past year.” “This is so exciting! I’ve always wanted to go to L.A.” Ditto. Send me a postcard. “You’re going with me, aren’t you, David?” “Of course.” “Oh, my goodness—what am I going to wear?” “Relax. We’ll get you something spectacular for your TV debut.” More licking ensued. “Okay,” ‘David said. “This has to be a homerun, so we need to get prepared. Let’s start thinking of things we’ll need to gather. They’ll want visuals, for sure.” “We’ll take lots of pictures—maybe you can take some of me and Marigold together?”
