I put the phone in my inside pocket and met the gaze of a woman in her fifties, she had just lifted a bag down from the overhead bin and was twisting around to place it on the floor. “Fantastic books you write,” she said. “Thank you very much.” Embarrassed, I returned her gaze, my cheeks warm, my lips forming a half smile. “A Time for Everything is the best book I’ve read in years,” she continued. “Thank you,” I said. “That’s nice. I’m happy to hear that.” She gave me a warm smile and then turned to face the front again. A stranger had never addressed me to talk about my books before. If that
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in the whole series thats right he never once talks about being on the street and someone recognizing him!
