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Alrightie....here we go. I met Nora in 1997 when she was on her Homeport Tour. Since I
was still too young to drive, I had to wait on my mom to drive me there, so we didn't get
there early. In fact, I remember being terrified that we were going to be late and I wouldn't
get to meet Nora. I met her in Detroit, at a little bookstore. I remember thinking that the
place was really small, and I was wondering how everyone was going to fit inside of it.
We were packed like sardines when I got there, and a lot of people came after I did. The
way the line was set up, it wound around the shelves so that you were forced to look at all
the books they had set up. I was broke, but my mom bought me a copy of the Stanislaski
sisters and the original Last Honest Woman (which I later found out, Nora posed for the
cover) I finally got through the line, and I actually saw her for the first time. She looked
perfect! A little tired, but she had already been at the tiny bookstore for hours. I found
myself wishing that I'd had the time to stop and buy her a coke and a chocolate bar, like
they recommend on the Sanctuary boards. Hadn't thought of it. I lost all sense of reason
when I stepped up in front of her. She looked up at me, and she smiled, and she asked my
name. I'm standing there, grinning from ear to ear, making a total fool of myself because I
feel so blessed to be in her presence. I was literally bouncing up and down from
excitement....oh, that's so embarrassing. Well, hey, I was 14, you know? Anyway, I
managed to babble something about talking to her on the computer, and she smiled and
looked genuinely interested. "Really? Are you on the boards?" Ack! All my words
jumbled up in my throat. "Uh-huh. uh.....JustUs. My screen name is JustUs00" She smiled
and nodded, and (thank God because I had totally forgotten a camera) the shopkeeper
took our picture and told me that I could pick up the double in about a week. And that
was it.....I grinned the rest of the way home, and it didn't hit me until about two days later
what a fool I'd made of myself. Oh well.
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