“You want a story?” she said. “Janelle’s going to test-run her machine. Report on that.”
“I don’t do human interest,” Germaine said. “What about David? Everyone’s saying he went home for some family thing, but that seems bullshit. You guys are dating or something, right? Where is he?
“I thought you just said you don’t do human interest,” Stevie replied, walking faster.
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.”