“Hello, Alan.” I smile as we approach as if I don’t have a care in the world.
Alan smiles and nods in acknowledgment.
Jameson stays silent. He holds his hand out for me to get in first. I climb in and shuffle over the seat, and Jameson gets in beside me.
A folded newspaper sits on the seat, and I pick it up and begin to read.
Jameson stares at me, and I know it’s his paper. Well, too bad—I got it first. For ten minutes, I read in silence. There is none of my fake news today. Hmm. I wonder if this has a correlation to me not having it to Hayden by four yesterday. I think about it for a moment. I’m going to test this theory today. I’ll have a story to him by three and see what happens.
“What are you doing tonight?” he asks.
“I’m going out with Ava,” I lie as I pass the paper to him.
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