Six sentence Sunday: Full Metal Librarian XV (Press Frenzy)

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This bit follows from last week—Clyota is interrupted from her personal angst by a vidcall, but she can’t exactly call it being “saved by the beep”:

“Cly, what the hell is going on?  All the Pressmen in the world are outside our house, yelping for you!”  On screen, I could see the outrage on Cristina’s face and little Thomas leaning against his mother, thumb in mouth, big eyes worried.

 I thought of all the flagged messages I’d just deleted—talk about missing a clue.  “What do they want?”

“Mostly they’re just screaming your name, and I’m sure as hell not asking them for details.” 

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