My mom's literary hijinks (part II)

A new feature here at Pickle Me This. You might remember my mom met Z. Smith's uncle a few months back. Well, she's up to her old tricks again, stalking literary superstars and their kin. Though this time not kin. My mom went to see Ami McKay today (recently read), and she met a woman in the washroom who was holding a copy of The Birth House. My mom asked if she could sneak a peak at the book's author photo because Ms. McKay was soon due to arrive and my mom wanted to know which one she was. To which the woman replied that it was perhaps too late for that, as she was Ami McKay. And she was!

(My mom reported that Ami McKay was beautiful, and that the rest of the event proceeded wonderfully, without further embarrassment).