Really. I want to get paid for the work I’m doing when I don’t even have the slightest clue about this stuff. I think my lawyer’s smart enough to use me as a proofreader and mathematician and paranoia-driven stickler for details to uproot problems and possibilities like a pig sniffing out truffles in France.
Instead, I’m paying him. And one third of another lawyer whose work requires the scrutiny of a cryptologist to decipher.
I’m not signing this, I say. There’s no provision or remedy for default. He says they’re working on it.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology
Ellery Queen Mystery Magazine is good enough for me.
Meanwhile, my classic photos go without frames.
Probably an “August” thing.
Maybe you should get a discount, for needing to check his work.