The next morning, I arrive at the Great Menagerie Book Club with a liter of coffee and a sense of purpose running through my veins. I’m so high on caffeine thanks to Ean’s wife’s café lattes, I’m practically vibrating. Ahhhh. This place is my home as much as my apartment or the home I grew up in. And I’ll be damned if I let PairTech’s cold calculations render it obsolete without putting up one hell of a fight.
The familiar scents of aged books and herbal tea greet me as I stride through the front doors, bolstering my resolve. Let’s get going!