Page 10 of Interlude


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“Intact paper, text still legible, and showing no overt discoloration from sunlight exposure or age. And he wanted to spend…. I mean, the buying power of a quarter alone nowadays—”

Calvin nodded, took my chin, and gave me a chaste kiss. “I know. Eat your lunch.”

“Fine.”

“I’ll call you.”

“You can just come over tonight,” I suggested instead.

Calvin smiled. “I’ll see what I can do.”

After he had said goodbye and seen himself out, Max said without any prompting, “Aren’t blowjobs supposed to put you in a better mood?”

I had a mouthful of salmon and rice, so I didn’t say anything. I merely picked up my food and returned to the office.

Max made a slurping noise in my wake.