Kris is gazing at him as if thinking very hard indeed about those promises of later, and possibly wondering whether they’ve got enough time to run home and into a bedroom first. It’s that sort of look.
I ask about Justin’s new position, how it’s going nearly two years in, about any upcoming titles or projects. His hair turns into a giddy sunburst of exuberance, shedding stray sparks before calming down. He says he’s got his schedule mostly sorted out and he’s figuring out how to run a publishing division; Willie Randolph doesn’t care what hours he keeps as long as he makes it to required editorial meetings—
“Which is good,” Kris contributes, “because if being a morning person is a thing, he’s the exact opposite.”
“I can’t even argue with that. So I won’t try. Mornings are things that ha
