Page 101 of The Edge of Falling


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"So we thought we could grab lunch. Are you hungry?"

"I am starving," she said. "Yay!"

"So we'll grab lunch. Then we'll go home, and then we'll go out tonight. Explore New York City."

"Oh my gosh. That sounds amazing. Like, go out out?" She looked at me hopefully.

"Yeah. I convinced them to take us to a club."

"I mean, we don't have to go to a club," Foster said, "if you would rather go to a bar."

"Oh no, I definitely want to go to a club in New York City. I want to dance," she said. "This is so cool." She wrapped her arms around me. "Oh, thank you so much, Rosalie. This was the best idea you've ever had."

"I know," I said.

"Two best friends in the city. Oh my gosh. Should we start a blog or a podcast? Or maybe a YouTube channel. We could monetize it and make so much money," she said.

"That sounds like a great idea."

"No, no, and no," Foster said, shaking his head. "I'm sorry. But as someone who works in finance, I can tell you that 0.0000001% of people actually make enough money to live off podcasts and YouTube. And I hate to say it, but I don't think you two will be part of that percent."

"Well, thank you for all your faith and trust, Brother."

"Well, what would your podcast be about, Sister?"

"I don't know. Maybe it would be about Alice and me in the city finding ourselves."

"And having fun and meeting guys and dancing," Alice said.

"Yeah. I wouldn't listen to it," Foster said.

"Would you listen to it?" I looked at Oliver.

"Umm ..." He stared at me for a couple of seconds. "I mean, I'd listen to it for you ... maybe a couple of episodes." He shrugged. "I'm sorry. I'm more into true crime podcasts."

Alice laughed. "Well, thank you for being honest, Oliver and Foster. Thanks for your support. It really means a lot to me. When we win our Academy Award for Best Podcast of the Year, we will remember not to thank you."

"Um, Alice? You know there's no Oscar for Best Podcast, right?"

"Okay. Well, when we win our Golden Globe."

"There's no Golden Globe."

"When we win our Emmy."

"Hate to tell you, but there's no Emmy, either."

Alice pressed her lips together. "Well, whatever the podcast awards is, when we win it."

"Okay. You won't thank me," he said, laughing.

"Nope, we won't." She stared at me and grinned. "Now, what are we having for lunch? Because I'm super hungry. You know they only had nuts on the plane?"

"Oh my gosh. You only had nuts, too? And you were in business class."

"Well, they did offer me alcohol."

"Lucky," I said. "All they offered me was water. If I wanted a drink, I had to pay five bucks. Can you imagine that?"

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