081613 #worm She's only halfway through perusing the veri section when the door rings again. With quietness she faces the new visitor. It's him—the interview man. Here. In the bookstore. How did he find her? Or did he? Does he even realize it's her? He doesn't act like it. He only nods at her, as dismissively as a frustrated man can in the presence of the type of youth she un-self-consciously exudes, and starts shopping like there's no to-fucking-morrow.