"It's just, it's so terrible right now, it's an unreadable mess," I say, standing in the doorway of the bathroom while she brushes her teeth.
"Doh fohget, I hah a vesteh," she spits in the sink, "a vested interest in this book."
"What, so I can get an advance and take you away from all this," I say, indicating our very nice apartment, our good lives in a city we love.
"No! When you get published," she says with a smile, turning, "I get to punch you in the face."