“This is a live conversation?” I nod. “Mm-hmm.” “Right now?” “That’s what this little blinking red light tells me.” “Oh, good.” Lucie sounds winded. “I was worried this would be embarrassing.” I grin at my control board. “What do you have to be embarrassed about?” “You’re right. What could possibly be embarrassing about my daughter calling in to a radio station to discuss my love life?” “Lack of a love life,” Maya amends.
