94: I'd Derailed Her
Reading Christmas tales while the AC is going full blast is kind of weird, but here’s a bit of The Last Multivariable Differential Christmas, from the forthcoming Twisted Presents collection.
“So,” Gillian said. “Any plans for Christmas?”
“Nope,” I said. “Just another Sunday.”
Puzzlement flashed across her face.
Idiot. She’d offered a social pleasantry, not an actual question, and I’d derailed her. I could guess her next question.
“You’ve got family somewhere, don’t you?”
“My grandma.” And my folks, back at the house I still hadn’t burned down. “But she’s busy.” Tabby was in town for…
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