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TARA GILBOY

Gracie shrugged. Didn’t he realize she was in the middle of a
crisis? “That’s nice.”
Walter closed the book and slid it back onto the shelf. “Did
you get to meet that author you were talking about?”
“Barely.” Gracie bit her lip. “There was a line.”

“That’s too bad.” Walter tilted his head. “Is that one of her
books?”
Gracie looked down at the book in her hands. She’d almost
forgotten she had it. “Yes. She signed it.” She’d have to hide the
book when she got home. If Mom found an autographed copy of a

Gertrude Winters novel, she’d freak out.
“Can I see it?”
“I thought you didn’t like fiction?” Gracie had meant to be
sarcastic, but Walter only shrugged. She passed him the book,
and Walter flipped to the inscription. The back room had nearly
emptied. Soon Gertrude Winters would be gone. She was packing

up her things and placing them in her tote bag. She stood and
walked toward Gracie. Was she coming to talk to her after all? But
no, she strolled right past her and into the bathroom.
“That’s Gertrude Winters,” Gracie said.

“She’s old,” Walter said.
“It’s funny to think of her having to pee like a normal person.”
Gracie was getting an idea.
“Where are you going?”
“I’ll be right back,” Gracie said. And she followed Gertrude
Winters into the bathroom.

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