It was late in the afternoon by the time I got to the convention center and there were already a few cars in the lot. I walked to the doors that had gaudy red and silver “Class of” decorations in front of it. Once through I saw a table with two people checking off names. One was a cheerful plump woman with blonde hair in a blue dress, the other was a lean man with short brown hair and a simple gray suit.
“Hello!” Blondie was smiling, I couldn’t remember her name, so I checked her name tag.
“Hi, Janet!” I smiled back. “Allie, Allie Cohan.”
“Okay, let me see here… Here we are!” She checked my name off the list and wrote my name on a paper label name tag. I took it and patted it down on my left breast. “We have this hall until ten, so feel free to stay until then,” she said cheerfully.
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