She (Hilda) had ordered veal escalope. She sliced into it as if it caused her offence….
‘Have you talked to Mr Hawthorne about money?’ Hilda asked, chewing on her veal.
It was the question I was dreading. ‘I suggested fifty-fifty.’
‘What?’ She almost threw down her knife and fork. ‘That’s ridiculous,’ she said. ‘You’ve written forty novels. … If anything, he should be paying you…’
From The Word is Murder by Anthony Horowitz (2017). Highly Recommended.
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