Marylin
Checking into the hotel in Houston was really weird for her. The staff here at reception were all staring at her. As she stood in their foyer in line waiting to be served, her boys were off with Lisa. They’d been busting to go to the bathroom. It had been a long drive out here, but this was the last book signing she had to do and then her nice quiet life could go back to just that.
The lady at the counter waved her to step up to the counter and Marilyn greeted her, “Hi, Marilyn Riddley checking in.” she smiled.
The lady frowned a little, then stated “The author, Marilyn Riddley?”
“Yes,” she nodded.
Though she heard another murmur, “She looks just like Marrin Reeves, don’t you think?” And turned to frown at them, and had to shake it off. She focused back on the lady serving her
