We were walking into a Barnes & Noble in Marin County, California. This was several months ago.
“Did you see?” my other half asked. “That was Robin Williams.”
“What? Where?”
“He just passed us. Coming out of the bookstore. Did you see?”
No, I didn’t. At that moment I had turned away to admire a burbling fountain, a magpie distracted by a shiny bauble.
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