Somehow, in a way that Brigit couldn’t explain, she had allowed Phil Nellis to get onto the subject of the moon landings. He had a lot of takes. So many that Brigit had occupied herself by counting down every minute as the GPS’s estimate of the time to their destination slowly shrank. You were never really in a conversation with Phil Nellis, it felt more like you were there while it was happening. Like a natural disaster or someone deciding to perform music on public transport. “And don’t get me started on Mars,” concluded Phil. If there was anything Brigit was sure of in this life, it was
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