Monday morning, Rick dropped a whining Micah off at school. “But I want to go to Marty’s comic shop with you!” his son wailed from the back seat. “He said it’s a designated Pokéstop and everything! You told me we could go together—”
“We’ll go on Friday,” Rick assured him. “I’ll pick you up after school—”
“I want to go today!”
Rick hadn’t even had his first cup of coffee yet—he usually stopped at Starbucks after seeing Micah off to school. But Lord Jesus, I could do with a double espresso right about now. He gripped the steering wheel to focus his energy on the traffic and not the kid screaming in his ear. Trying to keep his voice calm, he said, “Today Marty and I are going to discuss what he wants on a website. I’m going there for work, not to play around.”
In the rearview mirror, he s
