Lily was exhausted. Over two hundred readers had passed through the banquet hall of the hotel that morning and almost all of them seemed to stop at Cassie’s table. She wasn’t complaining. For her daughter, it was great, and the place was full of energy. However, Lily hadn’t been prepared for the rush of people, no matter how much Cassie had warned her. Once the adrenaline surge of the excitement and activity had worn off, she felt trampled, a victim of Spain’s Running with the Bulls. She wanted a hot shower and a nap before tonight’s farewell shindig. No. She needed a hot shower and a nap.