“Hanging out with Nekar. Why?”
“Why did he and Glicfip switched days? Was he too busy hanging out with you? Speaking of which, I know you two always seem to be near each other, but hanging out? Really?”
She shrugs. “Glicfip had to get a haircut on his assigned day. You know how he is with looking good.”
I have to wonder if Nekar has been coaching her. She’s awfully nonchalant if she is truly hiding something.
“With Xander gone, I needed someone to talk to. Glicfip and Delilah are often busy. All Trala does is rave about the dust bunnies and the boys-who-don’t-get-blown-up are rather attached to one another.”
“As in tied or glued together or attached?”
“Yeah, that.” She cocks her head and a sly smile creeps across her face. “You didn’t know? I thought you knew everything about all of us.”
“I do.” For the most part, but she doesn’t need to know that. “I was just making sure they’d not fallen into a vat of glue or tangle of masking tape when the dove off my desk the other day.”
“Uh huh.”
“Do you have a question for today or did you just come up here to annoy me?”
“What’s your word count? It’s supposed to be 13,336 today.”
“Well, it’s not 13,336. I did manage to squeak in over 10k last night thanks to some word wars. Weekends and Mondays are not good writing times for me. Too many people at home and too many obligations to juggle. Today, I should be able to pound out some words.
“Famous last words?” She smirks
“Ha. Ha.”
“I should get going then. I wouldn’t want to distract you.” She waves and dashes to the edge of the desk.
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