Of all places! Can you believe that? Me, of all people!
I mean, I’m a high-powered publicist. Probably the best around. I’m well-known in New York and lots of other cities too. This is NOT what I signed on for when I agreed to a few days away from Manhattan!
You see, I was asked to support Hilary Stone with her marketing efforts. You know who she is, I’m sure . . . she’s the now internationally famous mystery author of Murder Comes Calling. If you haven’t heard of her, then you’ve been in solitary confinement somewhere, like Bangladesh. No, I take that back, they’ve even heard of her in Bangladesh . . . wherever that is.
Anyway, I imagined she’d be touring in places like LA or Miami or Beverly Hills, or maybe even Paris or London, so I agreed. After all, I’m a dedicated New Yorker. It takes a lot to drag me away from Manhattan, but I agreed anyway, imagining I’d be shopping in some exciting new place. So after I said yes, Hilary tells me we’re going to Snowflake, Vermont. I almost dropped my iPhone!!!
Whaaat???? I screamed. Snowflake??? Are you kidding? Where is that anyway? Vermont, you say? But why? What are you thinking? I immediately Googled it. It’s a village! A teeny tiny village! They don’t even have a real library there, much less a bookstore of any kind.
You are NOT gonna sell any books I told her! What kind of a tour is this anyway? Hilary just smiled and said not to worry. She was sure people would come from miles around and she’d sell lots of books. Told me to just organize it! Hah! If only hindsight were foresight. I should have jumped ship then and there.
So here I am, stuck in Snowflake, Vermont with Hilary and the rest of her entourage and now the police won’t let us leave.
I can’t wait to get back to Manhattan! When I do, I swear I am never leaving New York again!
You can read all about my dreadful visit on April 5th when
A Clue in the Stew comes out. I should have never agreed to this!