7:59 P.M., Sunset
The familiar sound of Jesse’s truck door being slammed woke Jesse up during his evening nap. He immediately sat up on the sofa by the hearth, rubbed his eyes, yawned, and listened to Carr make his way from the truck to the A-frame, feet crunching over the snow and on the deck’s boards outside.
Jesse squinted, filling the room with light by flicking on an end table lamp just before Carr walked inside the house. As Carr slipped out of his Timberland boots and winter jacket near the glass, front door, Jesse asked, “How’d it go today?”
Carr pulled out a cellphone from his jeans and grinned like a little boy. “I’m part of the real world again.” He waved the phone to and fro. Excitedly, he said, “Twitter. i********:. f*******:. Huffington Post. I have the world at my fingert
