Last week I told you how I felt about the aftermath of the fight.
This week Cris put my head back on straight.
Seems I was too busy trying to put it up my own ass to realize what was important, to see the big picture.
Fortunately I kept a spare brain on Cris's shoulders, or at least a practical one.
“Cris, did you get the delivery?”
Kendra was talking with Montana’s hologram, having decided she needed to stop writing for a while.
“Delivered, and we have it tucked away.” They were speaking carefully until they were informed that -