How Maximoff and Charlie seemed more like actual fist-bumping friends at the lake house last week. They sat on the dock talking for about an hour. All of us on SFO theorized about what: “Religion,” Banks guessed. “Sports,” Thatcher said. Akara nodded. “Sports.” “Dingle-berries,” Donnelly said. Everyone laughed. “Plato, probably,” Farrow threw out. “Ditto, add in Confucius,” I said. “Who’s Confucius?” Quinn asked.
