This afternoon while I was working, I heard Charlie talking to someone, another male who wasn’t Trevin. I turned to look and saw Charlie showing someone the mystery books he kept at the end of the hall. The man’s face was turned away, but I could see he was tall and gangly and wore wire-rimmed glasses.

I went back to work, wondering if the man were a visiting author or a prospective employee. Charlie brought him in to see the back office, showed him, rather proudly, the Pagemaker set up, and I got a better look at the vistor’s long, angular face and brown hair. He looked kind of like Orville Redenbacher’s grandson. After they left the room I quietly asked Faren who he was, and she said he was Kim Stanley Robinson.

Charlie interviewed him in the living room. Occasionally I came in, bringing a new page for Charlie to examine. Robinson left at about 4:30 after signing some books for Shelly and posing for some pictures.