mrissa: So I have to ask you: how unforgivable is the sin of prologue?
mrissa: Is it less unforgivable if the prologue is in Carter's voice?
timprov: I'm not good with sins.
mrissa: Lots of people aren't; that's why they call them sins.
mrissa: And not "stuff we're all good with."
timprov: What sort of prologue?
timprov: What happens in it?
timprov: The hell you say.
mrissa: I might.
timprov: Is Tesla there?
mrissa: Carter is drunk and runs into
mrissa: No not Tesla!
mrissa: Perhaps possibly some stuff that he won't understand until--
mrissa: See, this is why I wasn't thinking more carefully about this.
mrissa: Because now instead of "Must I have a prologue?" the question is, "Well, hell, how do I fit the new plot thread in with the rest of the book."
timprov: Absent a prologue?
mrissa: No, no, present a prologue.
mrissa: Unless I just declare it Chapter One Dammit.
mrissa: By fiat.
mrissa: "I am ze auzzor! I outrrrrrank you!"
timprov: Carter drives a Fiat?
mrissa: Fiat makes pickups?
timprov: "It's kind of like an El Camino, only me and my cousins made it one summer. There was beer involved."
mrissa: (Table of contents: Chapter One Dammit, Chapter One, Chapter Two....)
mrissa: Phrases the world never needed: "it's kind of like an El Camino."
timprov: "It takes a lot of beer to come up with the idea to turn a perfectly good car into an El Camino knockoff. It still takes quite a bit if it's a Fiat."
mrissa: "You can haul, like, a couple of 2x4s in it if you don't mind them sticking up. It's not really a hauling things sort of pickup."
mrissa: "Or a driving over rough terrain sort of pickup."
mrissa: "So to recap: like an El Camino."
timprov: "But you can tow a boat behind it, as long as you stick to Fisher Price."
mrissa: "I think it's too big for Elmer's canoe, even."
mrissa: "But I'm too big for Elmer's canoe, so no worries."
mrissa: Poor Elmer.