Avery made himself comfortable in the chair closest to the window.  The mirror he faced was scratched and cloudy, and covered on all sides with stickers, taped-up photos, and Magic Marker graffiti.

Then she was there, standing behind him.  Nona.  She finished tying on an apron and pushed at his head, this way and that, roughly.

Hey, I have the same shoes!

Is this the obligatory self-interview meta-joke?Kind of weak.Should I reveal how long it took you to come up with that?