the_gneech | Fictionlet

Greg looked up from his laptop as Brigid shoved a book towards him. "Here, sign this," she said.

"What?" said Greg. Upon seeing that it was a copy of Funny Looks, with a price sticker from Big Book Barn, he said, "Okay, who's it for?"

"It's for me, stupid. Just sign it."

Greg's eyebrows shot up. "You bought a copy of Funny Looks? Why didn't you just read one of the author copies over there on the bookshelf?"

"Because I wanted my own copy, that's why. Now sign it already, it might be worth something on eBay someday." Greg grinned, shrugged, and signed the book without further comment. "I've never read a book written by somebody I knew before," Brigid said. "So I gotta ask."

"Mmm-hmm?"

"Jack Porthos, the annoying idiot who keeps following the protagonist around everywhere and gets all sorts of fawning attention even though he's a self-centered moron — he's based on Treville, isn't he?"

Greg handed the signed book back to her. "You should know me better than that by now," he said. "You know I'm not the kind to dis and tell."

-The Gneech

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