"Well I read the morning paper, but no, I didn't see the news shows. You know me, when I'm writing I sometimes tune out…"
"Tolsky killed himself Sophie. They found him last night."
Okay, I was sleep deprived because there was no way that Dena had just said what I thought she had just said. "I can't imagine how this could possibly be funny but I'm waiting for the punch line."
Mary Ann was on her feet. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry! I just thought you knew!"
I could hear the distant sounds of a siren screeching its warning. This was wrong. It was a misunderstanding of some kind. "I just talked to Tolsky two weeks ago." I enunciated the words carefully as if by doing so I could help Dena and Mary Ann realize their mistake. "He said he couldn't wait to see my screenplay. He told me where