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Mrs. Malaprop.
    “How are things looking in the series?”
    She stared at her clipboard.
    “Toll rubble. Twenty-six care actors Aaron leaf or training courses; all can be covered by eggs Hastings characters. Of the settings, only Hayworth House is clothes bee coarse of an invest station of grammasites.”
    “Has Jurisfiction been informed?”
    “We’re low prior Tory, so they said a towers.”
    “How close is our nearest reader?”
    “Nine teas heaven minutes’ read time away.”
    It wasn’t going to be a problem. He or she wouldn’t pickup the book again until this evening, by which time the problem would have resolved itself.
    “If the reading starts early for any reason,” I said, “we’ll use the front room of Thornfield Hall as a stand-in. Oh, and my father has a flea in his ear about something, so keep an eye on him in case he tries to do his own lines. I got a letter last week from Text Grand Central about illegal dialogue flexations.”
    Mrs. Malaprop nodded and made a note. “Come harder hearing cold,” she said.
    “Sorry?”
    “Comma DeHare ring cooled.”
    “I’m . . . still not getting this.”
    Mrs. Malaprop thought hard, trying to place the correct words in the correct place to enable me to understand. It was painfully difficult for her, and if Sheridan had known the misery that using acyrologia in a comedic situation would bring, he would possibly have thought butter of it.
    “Come hander hair-in culled!” she said again in an exasperated tone, sweating profusely and starting to shake with the effort.
    “Commander Herring called?” I said, suddenly getting it. “What about?”
    “A naval antecedent,” she said urgently, “in evasion.”
    She meant that a novel had met with an accident in Aviation.
    “Why would he be calling me after I blew it so badly last time?”
    “It sea reprised me, too. Here.”
    She handed me a scrap of paper. Commander James “Red” Herring was overall leader of the BookWorld Policing Agency. He was in command not only of the Fiction Police known as Jurisfiction but also of Text Grand Central’s Metaphor Squad and at least eighteen other agencies. One of these was Book Traffic Control—and part of that was the Jurisfiction Accident Investigation Department, or JAID, a department I occasionally worked for. The overhead book traffic, despite its usefulness, was not without problems. Fiction alone could see up to two thousand book-movements a day, and the constant transportation of the novels across the fictional skies was not without mishap. I spent at least a day a week identifying sections that had fallen off books passing overhead, trying to get them returned—and, if possible, find out why they’d come unglued. Despite safety assurances, improved adhesives and updated safety procedures, books would keep on shedding bits. The loss of a pig out of Animal Farm was the most celebrated incident. It fell several thousand feet and landed inside a book of short stories by Graham Greene. Disaster was averted by a quick-thinking Jurisfiction agent who expertly sewed the pig into the narrative. It was Jurisfiction at its very best.
    “Did Commander Herring say which book or why he was calling me?”
    “A very spurious accident, Walsall he said. You’re to to me, Tim, at this address.”
    I took the address and stared at it. Commander Herring’s calling me personally was something of a big deal. “Anything else?”
    “Your new-ender study is waiting to be interviewed in the front room.”
    This was good news. My book was first-person narrative, and if I wanted to have any sort of life outside my occasional readings—such as a date with Whitby or to have a secondary career—I needed someone to stand in for me.
    I walked through to the front room. My potential understudy looked pleasant enough and had troubled to integrate herself into my body type and vague looks. She had a Thursday Next outfit on, too. She wanted this job badly.
    “The written Thursday

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