“So,” Gladys said, “are you back in East Dumpsford for good?” “For now,” Hamilton replied. “When the sequel is published, I’ll have to head back onto the road—my fans demand it.” He didn’t sound so excited about it, though. “You know, I think you have the right idea, Gladys, publishing somewhat anonymously. You get all the pleasure of practicing your craft without having it completely upend your normal life.” “You think my life is normal?” Gladys laughed. “My parents have no idea I’ve been writing for the Standard. Try sneaking into the city every time you have a restaurant to visit, and sneaking onto the computer at home every time you need to type something up. Plus, my editor thinks I’m a professional adult writer; she has no idea I’m just a kid.” “All right,” Hamilton said. “I suppose that sounds a bit more complicated than I imagined. But at least you’re able to go to a regular school.
