Wenton laughed one of those table-shakers and pulled the cigar out of his mouth. "Naaah, that's nothing weird," he said, and swigged his beer. "Everybody's got facets, ya know, and writers even moreso. How do you think we come up with all those characters? Hell, I'm a thousand people besides this guy 'Wenton Delaney, celebrated crime novelist and famous world-traveling macho man' you keep talking about. Somewhere inside of me I've got a five foot tall, perky and giggling bisexual tennis girl in a miniskirt."
Greg blinked and looked over Wenton's enormous frame. "Taken up cannibalism, have you?" he asked. Wenton just guffawed again.
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