Nan shook hands with him and said, “I’ve got
twelve of your books. This one was your best
book yet!”
The man smiled and said, “That’s sweet of
you! I hope you will pick up my next one, too!”
“I will!” said Nan.Then the man wrote, “Best wish·es, Stan
Bend·er,” in Nan’s book.
“Mis·ter Bend·er,” I asked, “how hard was it to
write that book?”
“Well,” he said, “this one was not all that hard.
The last one I did was a lot hard·er .”
As we got back in the car, I said, “Nan, I’d
like to write a book .”