But I didn’t mention that I’d seen Henry Winter several times during the evening, wearing his trademark tweed jacket, bow tie, and a strange expression on his heavily lined face. He looked older than he does in his author photos. With his thick white hair, blue eyes, and extremely pale skin, it was a bit like seeing a ghost. I didn’t tell you that your favorite author had been staring in our direction, constantly following us around the party, desperately trying to get your attention.
Youre actually crazy. Why are you literally praying on his downfall…
