“When me and Shae were in college, we’d do this thing,” he explained, “where when we were working on a project, we’d give ourselves seven minutes to talk, then thirty minutes to work. Rinse and repeat.” “Ah,” I said, “so that’s what this is about. Your position for a quirky Black bestie’s just opened up, and you’re interviewing candidates.” I stuck my tongue out at him. “Weird way to grieve, Ricky.”
