“I read Twilight last night,” Fletcher mumbles into his bag. That has me looking up. “You did?” “I did.” My nose scrunches. “And?” “I…didn’t get it.” “A shame.” “It is.” He nods like, pity. “I didn’t get it but…I read the entire thing in one sitting.” The thought of Fletcher pacing his apartment, holding a hard cover about sparkly vampires with a puzzled expression on his face has me temporarily smiling. “I have a vague memory of doing that in seventh grade.” “It was enchanting at best.” “Enchanting.” I nod. “Numinous.” “Good one.”
