Jack held the book for him as Pad fished his phone out of his pants pocket. He read the text while he stood in line with other customers.
“Don’t you find it interesting that we’re like the youngest people here in this bookstore buying a book?” Jack asked. “Is this like a generational thing? I read somewhere that this k****e thing is going to revolutionize reading.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I can’t see anyone giving up real books. I mean look at this place. This is like the busiest Borders I know. Besides, you and I can’t afford a k****e. By the way, Jen wants to know if we’re swinging by Publix. She has stuff she wants us to pick up from the grocery store.”
“s**t. I hate going to buy groceries.”
Pad rolled his eyes and texted Jen back. “I told her we could. Stop bitchin
