This dude's incredible. He's laid back and unorganized. And the timing's right. Mr. P.'s looking for good fiction writers. It's a match.
People drift in late.
That was the refrain of the evening. People drift in late. That explains it. Mr. P. shrugged as I thought back upon the months I'd waited to hear his, and Mrs. P.'s, decision about my novel and then to see the contract. You got it.