The next morning before Christine hailed a taxi and had the cabbie drive her to La Guardia Airport, she logged on the computer and quickly checked her e-mail. There was a welcome letter from one of the publishing companies she had decided to go with. The e-mail also briefly outlined its various services and publishing packages.
The world may be talking about Rose Hutchins now, Christine thought. Soon, they’ll be talking about me, me, me!
Christine was excited.
This was precisely what she wanted.
Exposure.
As much as possible.
To be seen by the world.
To tell her side of the story.
I’ll get started on the book as soon as I get back, she thought.
She affected a melodramatic gasp. “After the book is published, I’m gonna be on TV! I’m gonna be a celebrity! A star! Move over, Christina Crawford!”