Chapter 9
Tabby had always thought Rob and Eric’s house was like a huge toy store for nerdy grownups, but you couldn’t open any of the boxes.
In almost every room, on almost every surface, and tucked neatly onto shelves wherever they could possibly be assembled, were models, action figures, books, movies, and accessories of every make, model, and description. As long as they fit into the definition of science fiction, fantasy, and general geek culture from the Seventies on up.
The dining room alone featured a huge model of an Imperial Star Destroyer, a cardboard standup from the delightfully campy movie Xanadu, even older action figure-sized dolls of Sonny and Cher from their TV variety show, and a cookie jar from Bewitched.
The table itself was a thick, heavy oak, used as often for bu
