Chapter Twenty-nine
“Attention Gayline fans. Your choice is clear. The year-end numbers are in and, ta-da! We’ve now got a two-point-six share, up from two point one. That’s huge! I’m so happy I could just plotz. The word is out. That’s why I shout. We’re hot, we’re hot, we’re hot!” Marly tapped her hands on the countertop to the beat of her impromptu rap. She grabbed her cans before they slid off her head. “Hey, Claire, my lady fair. Are you having fun over there?”
I broke into a smile and nodded.
“I can’t hear you. Talk to me.”
Just as quickly, the smile dropped from my face. I pointed at myself. Did she really want me to say something—out loud—over the air?
“Claire’s shy, folks, but get her alone and, mmm, hubba hubba! If you’d like to hear from Claire, and I know I would, give us
