People came over to shake my hand and tell me how much they enjoyed working with me. It became so crazy, that I was shaking hands and smiling without hearing anything. But someone held onto my hand longer than the others. I looked at the hand, then up into Car’s eyes.
“Ryan and I will be in the suite, when you can get away,” she whispered as she gave me a hug. 33
It was only noon when Mimi knocked on the door.
“Is she up?” I heard her ask Car.
“Up and showered,” I said as I walked out of the bedroom in the white terry-cloth robe the hotel provided.
“You’re going to have a hard time walking through the lobby. I hope Wilson’s ready for it. There are photographers and media people everywhere. Now, I’ve got to dress you to meet your subjects.”
I sighed. “I can’t wait for Monday.”
Mimi frowned. “Shut up, Chris, and enjoy it while you have it.”
“Sometimes I hate having to be nice to people,” I groused. “I just want to slap them and say, ‘Hey, I’m human, not a goddess.’”