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There are benefits to traveling in monk robes, and one of them is that no one is put off by my silence as I return the rental car and check in for my flight. I have a little left in my travel budget, and I wander to the airport bookstore, where I make an unnecessary splurge on the two issues of Mode they have in the magazine stand. I go to the airport bar, where I see not one, but two priests, and then the bartender gives me my Smithwick’s on the house with a smile and a nod.
I muster a smile back and then thankfully the good man leaves me to stalk my ex-boyfriend’s work in peace.
Both issues have articles by Elijah—one about a former boy band star who’s been cast in a Hallmark-esque Christmas movie, one about an MIT scientist exposing bias in computer algorithms—both are so insigh
