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undesirable action will cease.”
    Big Mouth asked a question now and then. Just before the break, he said, “You brought a friend with you this afternoon.”
    “Yes…” All the confidence seemed to leave Wynn’s voice.
    “She’s in the waiting area, isn’t she?” Big Mouth continued, commenting more than questioning. “I gathered, during the few minutes in which I spoke to your friend, that she doesn’t agree with your child-rearing philosophy.”
    “Yes, that’s true, but Katherine isn’t part of the interview.”
    Big Mouth chuckled. “I thought we’d bring her in after the break and get her views on your book.”
    “Uh…”
    “Don’t go away, folks—this should be interesting. We’ll be right back after the traffic and weather report.”
    On hearing this, K.O. tossed aside the magazine and started to make a run for the elevator. Unfortunately Big Mouth was faster than his size had led her to believe.
    “I…I don’t think this is a good idea,” she said as he led her by the elbow to the control booth. “I’m sure Wynn would rather not…”
    “Quite the contrary,” Big Mouth said smoothly, ushering her into the recording room, which was shockingly small. He sat her next to Wynn and handed her a headset. “You’ll share a mike with Dr. Jeffries. Be sure to speak into it and don’t worry about anything.”
    After the traffic report, Big Mouth was back on the air.
    “Hello, Katherine,” he said warmly. “How are you this afternoon?”
    “I was perfectly fine until a few minutes ago,” she snapped.
    Big Mouth laughed. “Have you read Dr. Jeffries’ book?”
    “No. Well, not really.” She leaned close to the microphone.
    “You disagree with his philosophies, don’t you?”
    “Yes.” She dared not look at Wynn, but she was determined not to embarrass him the way she had in the French Café. Even if they were at odds about the validity of his Free Child movement, he didn’t deserve to be publicly humiliated.
    “Katherine seems to believe I’m taking Christmas away from children,” Wynn blurted out. “She’s wrong, of course. I have a short chapter in the book that merely suggests parents bury the concept of Santa.”
    “You want to bury Santa? ” Even Big Mouth took offense at that, K.O. noticed with a sense of righteousness.
    “My publisher chose the chapter title and against my better judgment, I let it stand. Basically, all I’m saying is that it’s wrong to lie to a child, no matter how good one’s intentions.”
    “He wants to get rid of the Tooth Fairy and the Easter Bunny, too,” K.O. inserted.
    “That doesn’t make me a Jim Carrey,” Wynn said argumentatively. “I’m asking parents to be responsible adults. That’s all.”
    “What does it hurt?” K.O. asked. “Childhood is a time of make-believe and fairy tales and fun. Why does everything have to be so serious?”
    “Dr. Jeffries,” Big Mouth cut in. “Could you explain that comment about Jim Carrey?”
    “I called him that,” K.O. answered on his behalf. “I meant to say the Grinch. You know, like in The Grinch Who Stole Christmas. Jim Carrey was in the movie,” she explained helplessly.
    Wynn seemed eager to change the subject. He started to say something about the macabre character of fairy tales and how they weren’t “fun,” but Big Mouth cut him off.
    “Ah, I see,” he said, grinning from ear to ear. “You two have a love/hate relationship. That’s what’s really going on here.”
    K.O. looked quickly at Wynn, and he glared back. The “hate” part might be right, but there didn’t seem to be any “love” in the way he felt about her.
    “Regrettably, this is all the time we have for today,” Big Mouth told his audience. “I’d like to thank Dr. Jeffries for stopping by this afternoon and his friend Katherine, too. Thank you both for a most entertaining interview. Now for the news at the top of the hour.”
    Big Mouth flipped a switch and the room went silent. So silent, in