Chapter 19“We have some good news,” George said. “As a break from the bad news lately.”
“Isn’t that a Modest Mouse record?” Clint asked.
Red shook his head, interjecting immediately. “That’s Good News For People Who Like Bad News.”
“Right. Good album.” Clint nodded with an appreciation of Red’s encyclopaedic knowledge of music. The three of them were sitting in the game room, the chairs set up like an audience pool rather than their typical circles. George had wanted to call a meeting, and since Darla often got distracted by the mixing booth and all the instruments in the practice area, they’d gone to the game room. Lucien didn’t know how this was any less distracting, but he leaned into the break. What else was he going to do, other than feel the stiffness in his neck over and over aga
