And suddenly, Seth Graves quietly popped up in my head and said, "I'm going to write a version of that for Erzsebet. And I'm going to write it in Russian."
Luckily, I wasn't sipping a drink at the time, so I didn't christen the back of the seat in front of me with coffee. "No, you're not," I said. "Because that would mean I'd have to learn Russian, and that's not happening in this lifetime."
"Not necessary," Seth said. "I can do it, and I will." To prove his point, he took out a sheet of paper, hummed 'For Emily' to himself for a few moments, and began writing.
I was getting really alarmed, now. He was serious, and I could feel myself thinking, I already know some of the Cyrillic alphabet. I could do this... It was time for drastic measures. I had to be cruel--fast.
"How about, instead of wasting your time writing love songs for Erzsebet, you actually find her, hm?"
In my head, I could hear the pen being slapped down hard on the desk. Uh-oh, I've really pissed him off now, I thought. But as long as I can avoid learning Russian....I've gotta do it.
"Since I'm only equipped with half the plot and none of the copyright, that makes it kind of difficult--and futile," Seth pointed out in a tone worthy of his father. "Why don't you just move me to another story so I could please get on with my life, instead of being stuck forever in this dead-end plot? You don't know how to end the story any more than I do, so come up with a better use for me."
Oh, crap. So it isn't really about Russian or love songs. This might actually involve work.
"Yes. It does," Seth shot back to my unspoken thought. "Now, if you don't mind, I have a song I want to write."
"In English!" I said to his retreating back.
I think he flipped me the bird before he disappeared.