CHAPTER FOUR
THE HOTEL BAR was quiet—that is, until twenty authors, spouses, and assistants invaded its solemnness. It was a quaint place, with round tables surrounded by plush chairs, a few bistro tables for two, as well as plenty of space to stand and share a conversation with a drink in hand. The bar was a deep mahogany, surrounded by bottles and glasses and only two bartenders, which is probably one more than they thought they would need. Surprise to them.
Tables were pulled together and chairs gathered around as everyone sat in one huge circle. Drinks were ordered and the conversation from upstairs continued as if an elevator ride had not just interrupted them. It was an easy flow, transitioning from one location to another, and the stories continued to be shared, funny ones as well
