It was a late night, perhaps also I had indulged a little too much of that nice Italian wine: after all Rosenda was driving. We talked about the novel, how characters appear, how they persist, with a will of their own.
“As an author,” she said, “You are responsible for them, all of us. And what would you say, is your mission?”
I reflected. It was a good question. Finally I replied:
“I may have been tempted to play creator, long ago. But now, you direct me, dominate my thoughts, more than anything else.”
I saw her smile, her beautiful hand playing with the car keys.
“Charmer!” she said.
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