It was a cold winter morning in the Hanscom Park neighborhood on the south side of midtown Omaha, Nebraska. Michael was standing outside Our Lady of Lourdes Catholic Church, wearing a heavy black jacket over his suit, talking on the phone. He looked out over Hanscom Park in front of him. Even in winter, it looked beautiful: the rolling terrain, the bare trees.
“I’ll see it when session is over, okay? No, Jane, you know I love that show, I’m just super busy, don’t give me any spoilers! I don’t want to hear any of it!”
“Real fans watch when it comes out, not when it’s ‘convenient’ for their schedules,” Jane teased, “all I’m saying is that I can’t be held responsible if a spoiler or two happens to slip out of my mouth at inopportune times.”
“Just try not to!” Michael said, “anyways, spea
