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Paul sits at the Alex’s kitchen island looking over the last details of the pilot pitch he’s been working on forever. He started working on this pitch at the kitchen table of his old house, the one he used to share with Craig. Alex’s house is bigger than that house was and newer. The kitchen is brighter, even with late afternoon shadows stretching over the backyard and into the canyon behind the house. Some of the appliances on the counters came with Paul. Some are new. Todd, who acceded to the change of habitation with the grudging acquiescence of a benign dictator, sits in front of the sliding door that leads out to the deck. His tail twitches as he watches a bird alight on the railing.
Alex sits on the other side of the kitchen island, his own laptop open in front of him. He’s pret
