“I found my extra copy of A Torn Page when I was packing,” I told Harold, “I think I might give it to your mom — she was asking me about my work, and a fiction anthology is probably better than insisting I really do write brilliantly on obscure games for unfamiliar publications.”
“Oh, that’s nice, she’ll like that.”
“Except now I’m not sure about it, my story is about a woman cheating on her husband. I don’t want your family to think I’m a terrible person.”
“I gave your parents Screamland.” Harold said.
“It does include some monster porn.”