Paula was there with a limo to whisk us away. “It’s been quite mad while you’ve been away,” she said when we all got into the back of the car, luggage safely stowed in the trunk, the tinted windows guarding us from photographers’ lenses. “Pure genius getting caught like that. The requests are coming in from all corners. Everyone wants to talk to you. ” “That’s good,” Nathan said. “What do you have lined up for me?” “Two breakfast shows next week and a spot on the Late Comedy Show.” “We didn’t do it on purpose you know,” I said before they got carried away congratulating themselves. The woman was nuts for publicity and it seemed as if Nathan wasn’t much better. “No? Well it doesn’t matter how it happened. It worked like magic. There were more pictures from your honeymoon. Have you seen them, Nathan?” She continued talking to Nathan, whatever I had to say dismissed. I fumed in the back of the limo, and worried about what else was out there for the world to gossip about.
