It didn’t take long for the food to arrive but eating didn’t slow the conversation down at all. Or the laughter. Benson was great at sharing stories, not only about his own grandkids, but his experiences at other author events, both large and small. “My personal assistant signed me up for this book signing two towns over once but wasn’t really paying attention to what she was committing us to. It turned out to be a gathering of Amish residents.” Chris groaned, already cluing in on the debacle. “Needless to say, no one wanted to even talk to me about science fiction.”
“I bet they thought you were Satan’s messenger,” Chris said through his laughter. Everyone else was laughing, as well.
“I didn’t even know there were Amish in Florida,” Benson said with a shake of his head. “Apparently, in Sarasota, there’s a neighborhood known as Pinecraft, which is an Amish community. Who knew?”