“Anyone read the story she posted online yesterday?” Oscar asks the table. A few days ago she gave SFO her secret username so we could read her fics. Honestly, I haven’t had time to delve into that rabbit hole yet. Donnelly bites into a potato skin. “The one with the blue alien goddess and the glittery king of stars?” He licks sour cream off his finger. Oscar nods heartily. “I give it a C+. Too many tentacles.” Donnelly shrugs. “I thought it was pretty good.”
