Friday I had a book signing at Fayetteville’s Panera Bread Company.
You never know what you will get at your own book signing. You might see zombies pass right by your table, their eyes glassy and their hair still shaped to the pillow. You might get readers who stop by and ask questions. You might get fellow writers. You might get people who don’t read, but who like to buy gifts for people who do. Some days you get a cross section of all of the above.
Friday, I got friends, family, readers, gifters, browsers, and one irritated lady who had to move because we were so loud. I thought we had chased her home until I went to the bathroom and spotted her relocated on the other side of the building with her earbud hammered so deep into her ear, it would take a blasting cap to get it out. I applauded her fortitude and long suffering. She could have hit one of us instead of merely finding another corner to sit.
One of the first visitors to come to my table was Margaret, Randy’s mom.
Margaret had just returned from attending an International Convention in Hawaii. She visited the book signing bearing exotic pictures, gifts, and her own sister – Randy’s Aunt Margie.
Aunt Margie is the one on the left.
. . . And no matter what one of Randy’s neices later claimed, Margie was not looking through my book hoping to find ‘pop-ups’ . . .
My second group of special visitors came in a set of three – Mallory, Lexi, and Maddy.
Mallory did not tell Lexi and Maddy that she was picking them up to drive into Fayetteville for my book signing. She told them that she was going into Fayetteville to stop at a party that the Bank of Arkansas was putting on for all the branches. They were going to eat, drink, and be merry. Lexi gave her a look. It could have been a look of disbelief, or Lexi could have merely been communicating to Mallory that she knew she had lost her marbles. Mallory, seeing the look Lexi threw her, changed her story in mid-stream. She told them that they were going to Panera where there were going to be clowns and disco balls. Everyone would be dancing. For some reason, Lexi found that to be more believeable than the Bank of Arkansas throwing a party.
However, this worried Lexi and Maddy since they hate clowns. Would a clown try to dance with them? Mallory assured them that they wouldn’t get near the clowns since she hated them too. Which begs the question that no one asked, ‘Why was Mallory making the hour-long trip to see them?’
I was grateful for Mallory’s highly imaginative and bizarre storyline since that made Lexi and Maddy that much more happy to see me. Not that they wouldn’t have been happy to visit to begin with, but a sharp sense of relief adds quite a bit to one’s general gaiety.
Then, just when we thought we couldn’t get any more boisterous, three of Randy’s neices showed up at the party. . . I mean, book signing.
These young women did not expect a disco ball over the pastry case. They didn’t even expect clowns. That is because they didn’t ride into town with Mallory; they rode into town in Tera’s car.
We had so much fun that the book signing, which was supposed to end at 2, went on well into the afternoon. Time flew.
And in between all that, a frozen mocha, gifts, and pictures of Hawaii, I actually sold alot of books.