Escaping Andie

The momentous deal I never should have made

Paramount Pictures

I was sitting in my backyard typing away one day when the sound of clacking on my keyboard was suddenly interrupted by an open palm menacingly catching a closed fist. I turned toward the source of the sound and saw Andie, a cold glower written across her face that was uncharacteristic for the kindly writer.

“The clock’s ticking,” she sa…