"Why would those bookworms be coming our way? You answer, Donnette. Us gals have to stick together."

"You mean, like glue? Darling, I don't love you that much."

"Oh, Donnette. Answer the question."

"Yes, ma'am. What was the question?" Donnette put her soft hands on her hips and thought for a few moments. "Well, I think because of Don's imagination and humor. His spirituality."

"My belief in life-illusion mixed in a magic fantasy stew," Don said.

Other Don butted in. "Maybe because he and Silly Don are Siamese twins."

I kept my cool and crossed my legs when I noticed the group stared at them. "If you didn't publish, would you keep writing?"

"If I didn't write," Don said, "the beast in my head would chew me up and spit me out, where I'd turn into a carpet stain no cleaner would ever get out."

As Romance bookworms bounced off the bubble, Fantasy bookworms started to drill through.

"Where's the Interminator? Don asked Scared Don.

As I stood, I heard Don whisper to Donnette, "Grab the hat."

Donnette reached for it and tugged. I tried to snatch a handful of rainbow bubble mud to throw on her, but a loud popping sound stopped me. My spiked heels had punched through the bubble and we dropped like an elevator with severed cables. The Dons screamed as we hurtled through the air. Romance and Horror bookworms devoured and tossed off by a collection of Humor and Fantasy bookworms.

"Harry Potter will save us!" Don cried.

I don't think so, I thought. Right before we hit the ground, I realized Don had grabbed my hat and hid it inside his overalls.

He tried to distract me by giving me some meat for my article. He closed his eyes and lifted his face toward the sky as if in prayer.

"In the end I have to say I'm all about imagination and humor. I'm about a view that 'all is illusion', that our perceptions are our reality. I'm about putting me into flights of imagination because so-called life-reality is too much of a fantasy."

"Okay Don. Thanks for the interview." I looked from east to west for the nearest convenience store. I had to get out of there!

He turned and looked at me with a mischievous grin.

"So what do you say, Lady Parker, want to help me repair my author bubble and go back to look for those bookworms? Maybe we can patch some up."

"Sorry Don, I've got another interview in fifteen minutes." I smiled my most dazzling smile and started walking as fast as I could. I was halfway down the block before I realized he had finally managed to steal my hat.