I was the only one there.
The event coordinator opened the till and took out enough money to buy him and me a beer at the bar next door.
Back to the present. What was the publicist thinking, I wondered as I walked along, booking a first time novelist in the middle of a holiday week in the summer. The author, Zoe Farris, would probably be all alone. We would bond in the bar. We might become best friends.
I had brought my laptop and arrived 15 minutes early, figuring I would work in solitary splendor – and airconditioning! – before the event began.
When I walked in the store, every seat was already taken.
Can we say “hubris”?