Well, I'm assuming all my readers are quite familiar with e-readers. When you come to the end of a page, you tap in the right margin, and the next page appears.
So I was where I usually am on a Saturday afternoon. My friend had invited me over, for a lunch party she was having (at a restaurant), but I had just peeked in her refrigerator and seen some really nice leftovers. (Also, I hate any sort of parties.) So I pleaded, and she left without me.
I noticed that she was reading a three-volume compendium of stories about a character called Mrs. Pollifax. She had saved her place with the dust cover flap, which I didn't want to mess with, so I looked through until the next story began, and started reading.
At the end of the page—you guessed it—I was tapping furiously on the margin, for the page to turn. But it was a paper book.
I was so embarrassed. But there were no witnesses; all the pets were fast asleep.
OK, as you were.
Kay
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