While Gary and I were in the university bookshop in Chicago a woman came in to sign a few books. It wasn’t a public event, though Gary recognized the guy with her as a professional driver who often takes authors around the city. The staff were clearly delighted to get to meet this person, and from snatches of conversation I got the impression that she was signing graphic novels. From her clothes and hair I guessed she was probably a lesbian. I had a suspicion as to who it might be, and a search of Google images suggests that it probably was this lady.

It is probably just as well I didn’t try to talk to her. I would have been embarrassingly fangirlish.