Then they see him. Making his way across the street (scruffy little dog in tow) is an equally scruffy gentleman, who appears to be on a mission. He bounds up to their table and shouts, “I THINK IT’S TERRIBLE THAT YOU LADIES ARE BEING FORCED TO SIT OUT HERE.”
J.L. glances sideways at Val, thinking, is he for real?
The man’s dog stiffs a peanut butter lolly hungrily as his owner continues…”WHAT KIND OF WORLD IS THIS? YOU GIVE YOUR BLOOD, SWEAT AND TEARS WRITING A BOOK AND THEN YOU HAVE TO GO THROUGH THIS… JUST TO SELL IT?”
For the next few minutes he rants on. So, Val tries to make light of the situation. She laughs and says, “Yes, we’re really suffering.” Val and J.L. chuckle, but the man goes right back to his LOUD diatribe about the harsh and cruel world of being a writer.
Just when it looks like Val and J.L. will have to use their ninja skills on the guy (okay, okay, more like run for their lives) another man shows up on the scene. And he definitely doesn’t look like he’s there to buy a YA fiction.
You guessed it, he was a police officer, at least 6’6″ and all business. Honestly, he could have passed as a linebacker for in the NFL. Leaning over, he whispers in J.L.’s ear, “Are you okay, ma’am?”
“Yes,” she squeaks. “We’re fine.”
Val nods with wide eyes.
Needless to say our…um fan–no, our heckler–no, the truth is he was a fellow author, took off, pulling his dog behind him.
As it turns out, the owner of the book store was concerned for us and called the police. That’s how it happened, our first book signing was SOOOO wild the cops were called. And doggone it, we lost that sell!