First of all, Harriet was not present at the signing. I made a complete fool of myself by asking a female assistant (who was in general being very helpful, snapping pictures for starry-eyed fans, and basically making sure things went smoothly) if she was Harriet. She gave me a startled look, and said “No, I’m his publicist,” at which point I’m certain I was beet red… After all, she looked to be in her late twenties or early thirties… I bulled ahead and asked Jordan if his wife was on the tour, and he said that unfortunately she had to go home. I didn’t press the point or ask him why she had to leave, but I wouldn’t count on her presence on the rest of this tour.
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