Kiersten makes a face. “This game is vile. And I’m starving.” She’s sitting next to me on our basement sofa and shifts closer to nudge my knee with hers. Kiersten lives an hour away and doesn’t usually spend her Saturdays with us, but her girlfriend is teaching in Japan for six weeks and she’s at loose ends.
“Come on, pause your ridiculously buff alter ego and get some lunch with me.”
I had Random.org select a % and it selected 29%.
As if I’d manifested him with my thoughts, there he was, in all his smiling, five-foot-ten, non-avatar glory, walking into the bowling alley with his old crew, Jon and Xavier. They were laughing, presumably at something hilarious Xavier must have said, and seeing Caleb’s energetic, genuine mirth was more than my poor, unprepared heart could handle at the moment.