The Famous Author did not discover his stowaway until he was actually in the library conference room, getting ready to speak. "What are YOU doing here?" he said.
"Did you think I was going to stay in Jersey while you galivanted around Southern California? Here, help me out of this computer case."
"Oh, shutup and get me out of this stupid bag, will you? I think my legs are permanently cramped."
Two members of the assembling audience seemed disconcerted as TFA pulled my arms out. I think I heard a shriek. In fact, now that I think about it, my appearance is probably the reason TFA didn't sell more books.