Clyde and CoalesceBy Kim Elliott
“What does it look like?” Lizzie asked, pinching the phone between her ear and shoulder while she searched the cluttered desk.
“It’s a card-shaped pass attached to a black lanyard,” Jane told her with as much patience as the first two times. “I left it next to the concert flyers.”
Lizzie spotted the stack of brightly colored papers but groaned when she saw the surrounding piles of decals, pins, and other keepsakes featuring the Coalesce logo. “This place looks more like a hoarder house than a radio station office.”
“Some of us appreciate a homey feel in the workplace,” Jane said. “But maybe you’re right. I could bring some of it home.”
“Our apartment’s already ‘homey’ enough,” she muttered.
“I heard that,” Jane said sweetly.
Rolling her eyes, Lizzie
