Today I’m happy to interview April. So, April… Hey, wait a minute. What are you doing?
Sure, why not?
Umm… Let’s see… For one, you live in 1878. There are no cars, no suitcases like the one you’re with, and no jacket like the one you’re wearing. Oh yeah, and no pavement.
You’re in the wrong century.
I’m a fictional character you created in your mind. I can time travel at will.
And you chose 2011?
Why not? A car is faster than a horse. Besides, with your reputation for being historically inaccurate, who’ll notice?
*sigh* April, why are you running away?
Because I won’t force poor Joel Larson into marrying me.
Don’t worry. You won’t have to.
Nope. Your brother will do it.
I don’t think it’s right. Sep is only twelve. He’s still a boy. He can’t make Joel marry me.
You forget how convincing a gun can be, and Sep isn’t too bad with a rifle, though he did miss Lou when he tried to shoot him in chapter 2.
*shudders* I don’t want to think about Lou. It’s horrible you brought him into the book. Wasn’t it bad enough that I had to endure Harvey? Do you have to bring in his slimy brother?
This is why you need to marry Joel. He’ll protect you.
He won’t need to protect me if I run away. I read the end of the The Wrong Husband. I know he’s opposed to marriage.
Oh, Joel doesn’t know what he’s talking about. He thinks a wife would strap him down and make him miserable. He’s seen his brothers get married, and according to him, their wives have them wrapped around their fingers. He’s determined that such a fate will never happen to him.
How wonderful that he thinks so well of women. *eye roll*
It’s not that bad. Joel just doesn’t understand how good marriage can be.
I’ve been married, and it wasn’t that great. I’m much better off with Harvey dead. He didn’t do me, my brother or the property any favors. The only good thing he gave me was my baby girl, Nora.
And where is Nora in your pursuit to run away?
She’s with Sep at the mansion we now live in. It’s settled in western Montana where the rich Californians have their summer homes.
You’re really stretching.
Why? It’s fiction. Anything is possible. I figure if I’m running away from this book, I’m making it worth my while. I have a lot of imaginary money instead of living poor like you have me living in the book, thanks to Harvey gambling all the money away. So to compensate for all we lost, we’re now going to live it up.
If you’re so rich, then why are you hitchhiking? Shouldn’t you have your own car?
But I don’t know how to drive. I was born before cars became popular.
You keep saying you’re a fictional character, so the rules of logic don’t apply to you.
I might be a fictional character, but I’m not nuts. If I get behind the wheel without taking a single driving lesson, I’ll get myself killed.
As the author, I’m sending you and your family back to Omaha, Nebraska in 1878.
But it’s not fair to Joel to force him into this.
April? What’s that? I can’t hear you. I think we’re getting disconnected as I move you through the fabric of time. (Time travel is weird that way.)
Sorry, I still can’t hear you. Oh well. Now you’re back in December 19, 1878 where Joel Larson is on his way to check on your sick child. Sep is waiting with a shotgun and Joel’s life is about to change forever. You look upset, April. Here. Have a hot chocolate. It’ll warm you up and make you feel better.