"Hey. There's some kid who lives here. Can she come out and play?"
Startled, I said, "Uhm, Kayla's not here today."
"Ok, thanks!" And then, as he jogged away, "Kayla. Kayla. Kayla." Muttered to himself.
Here's the jumble: In October, my awesome fun book signing at MY library (the one I've worked in since I was 19, give or take a few years…
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Grungy bookwork stuff, nothing to see here. Of COURSE I had the worst cold of the last year and a half in the middle of this book edit. It took the…