The next morning: The National Book Festival on the Mall. Isabel uses a Port-O-Potty and almost gets locked in. One of my worst fears. The big tent is packed, almost 2,000 people. There is a long line of people waiting for Isabel to sign their books. One lady faints twice; it is hot and she’s pregnant. At a certain point, Isabel has to leave or she will miss her flight home, so Willie puts one of those signs on a guy about ten people out that says “lane closing,” like in a supermarket, and that is that.
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National Book Festival
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