Marilyn
She sat at the table with her books around her, just like at the other book signings. This was, thankfully, the last one on the book tour. Even coming into this store just 15 minutes ago, she’d heard the shocked gasp from a staff member working here "Is Marilyn Riddley, Marrin Reeves?” She had ignored it, just like she had at the hotel yesterday, and all the stares she’d gotten from the hotel employees this morning, as she and Lisa had walked through the lobby to come here.
She knew who she was. Though Lisa had looked up Marrin Reeves, she’d vanished and was presumed dead right around the time Marilyn had lost her memories. She’d had to shake that one off. Lisa had chuckled herself, and told her it was a mere coincidence because she, Marilyn, had been writing years before that ac
