"I want to think about the script again," you say.
"That seems wise," Nichol says.
You find Diar and show the script to her. Diar reads quickly but spends a long time staring at the last page. "So this is it? You've finished it? You're not thinking about changing it, in any way?"
"It's a commission," you say.
"Writing it just like that was a commission?" Diar looks alarmed, but at least a bit sympathetic. Still, you're not sure that friendship alone is going to carry you through this time. If affection were enough to prevent Diar from balking at this literary lemon, she would already be assuring you that you'd written a work of genius.