Chapter 43
I’ve been trying to smooth my cover all day. The thought that I may see my Author is enough to make my spine come unglued.
“I can’t believe you get to meet her,” says The Best of Dear Abby. “The chance to meet Abigail Van Buren is beyond my imaginings.”
“That would be because she died in 2013,” Midwestern Plain and Simple says.
“At least you’re going someplace. No one takes me anywhere,” complains The Explorers of the Great Lakes.
Samantha takes a look in the mirror before walking to the door with David. I scream after her. We must be more connected than I imagine, because she stops and turns back to pick me up. “Thank you!” I shout to her, thinking, maybe just this once, a Human will acknowledge hearing me.
We step out of the building into the street, then onto an escalat
