Just before the KGB reading Felicia from Small Spiral Notebook handed me some packages; she said that a fellow named Bryan had dropped them off earlier. I peered at the bundles – they were labeled in Gabriel’s handwriting and I closed my eyes.
It could not possibly be true that Gabriel had an artist friend hand-carry packages from Portland to New York City, to be dropped off in a bar in a vague hope they would find me, right?
Beyond that, he absolutely would not send all the original art for the book via that route, right?
Hmm. Well, wrong. Gabriel is such an interesting young man.
After the reading someone tapped me on the shoulder. When I turned to look the man said Do you recognize me?
It was a breathtaking shock, but yes, of course always, anywhere: I would have known him in a second.
It was Byron Number One, misplaced since the 1980’s – what an amazing surprise and welcome reunion!