Celebrity

She was on the cover of all the magazines: those obscure trade ones that lie untouched on a coffee table while you wait for a job interview; the fifty-six issue limited runs where you build a model of the Titanic; the smudged-toner zines that are the only things still worth reading. She looked different on all of them, but it was always her. I drew a moustache and glasses on her face with the free pen on the front of Puzzler. Nobody knew who she was.