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Lorraine had gone to the Science Fiction Conference. She’d gone, as she defined it, like eating a piece of cheese cake. A silly, valueless action.
She went to the Con, walking around, seeing what was on offer, and people watching.
She found it so funny.
How could these people take this stuff so seriously? It was all fantasy. Nothing was real, yet, they could argue over tiny points and devote so much of themselves to their heroes.
Lorraine had gone to a lecture, had spoken with her ‘friends’, those women from the Message Board, and they all held their breath for the moment that their great Sean Pine would give his talk.
Their excitement was so thick and contagious as if they were about to see some great person who had done some wonderful works, instead of a never was actor.
