Okay, there is no way I’m putting my name on this. I mean, I don’t want to offend Delilah, but that last chapter is the worst thing I ever read. And doesn’t she know the character of Howie would never stand in a pool of his own tears!? Not to mention the fact that he would never be scared all the time! Delilah keeps telling me I can’t write girl characters—well, she’s got a thing or two to learn about writing boy characters, that’s for sure!
I’m in trouble. I’d better ask Uncle Harold for some advice.