The Asian woman was neatly dressed and had a stylish short hair cut. Her lap top’s screen showed Chinese script, Beside it were an Anita Shreve trade paperback and a lurid 50-cent copy of “Murder, Inc.”
I would have bet money I was the only person in the café to have read that in hard cover a half-century ago. I would have bet my house I was the only one to have learned about Abe (“Kid Twist”) Reles in “Crime Does Not Pay.”
“Excuse me,” I said. “But I was curious…”
She was not an English major.
Nor in Comp Lit.
Semiotics had nothing to do with it.
She was a micro-biologist.
She had not heard of “Kid Twist” or Burton Turkus.
She had not eve known it was a true story.
“I like to read book,” she said, “and it looked interesting.”
I thought, When she uses the rest room, she will walk past my table and see my “Buy Bob’s Books!” sign.
But she was still at her computer when I left.