Chapter Forty-Five

CAL

Cal: Hi.

Row: Hey.

Cal: Can I show you something?

Row: Is that something going to end up in my spank bank or with me bailing both of us out of jail?

Row: Either way the answer is yes, I just like to be prepared.

Cal: It's a rough draft for one of my podcast episodes. I wrote the layout, bullet points, etc.

Row: Show me.

Cal: Will you tell me if it sucks?

Row: Abso-fucking-lutely. I made a career out of putting people down.

Row: It's the sole reason for my success. I actually barely know how to operate a microwave. Best kept secret. Don't tell.

Cal: sent an attachment

Row: brB.

Cal: It's twenty pages. Obviously, take your time.

Row: I'm done.

Cal: ???

Cal: It's been twenty-five minutes and it's the middle of the night.

Row: Sucked me in. Your fault, really.

Cal: Are you saying that it's good?

Row: I'm saying that it's perfect.

Row: Exhilarating, funny, sad, heart-wrenching. Should I continue?

Cal: Really? Because I plan to use it for one of my first five episodes.

Row: Record the podcast, Dot, and I promise you I'll be your first listener.