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Cooties? by Susan Alcorn

I was getting ready to

give a book reading -- launching "Camino Chronicle" -- at a boutique hotel in San Francisco and, as usual, I was circulating a bit through the audience before the start of the program.

"Hi, I'm Susan Alcorn, I'm your presenter tonight," I said as I reached out to shake hands with the slightly-chubby, slightly-tipsy woman seated on the overstuffed, gold damask sofa.

She pulled back the hand that held her wine glass and stuck the other one behind her as she muttered, "I don't shake hands. I don't know where your hand has been!"

I smiled and moved on.

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