Bob and Jesse sat in bed, pillows propped up behind them, and held each other’s hand as they watched Bob lionized on national television. The results were immediate and sensational. Bob received calls from Dateline, Time magazine, Esquire, and 60 Minutes. Newspapers from around the world, including the New Delhi Times, e-mailed him, begging him for interviews. Four publishers from New York City contacted him, and Pavilion Press offered to put him up for three days just to “kick around ideas” for any book he’d care to write. Three television producers called him, convinced that his life would make the “ultimate reality series.” But perhaps the most satisfying call of all came from his old rival, the very man who had stolen his wife away, Rudy Runyon, who congratulated him, then invoked their old friendship at Hopkins in an attempt to get Bob to appear on his radio show. Bob listened to Rudy’s pathetic ass kissing, then turned him down. “I’d love to, Rude, but I’m afraid the days you’ve suggested I’ll be flying out to the coast to talk to some guy from Universal Studios.
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