“A crab crawled out of it.”
The silence was very judgey. I didn’t know how she managed to do that over the phone.
“Is that all, Delaney?” The words were an ice floe.
“Yep. Yes. That’s it. That’s all. You have a good day, Ber—”
The call disconnected.
I thumbed off the screen then threw three more pencils at Myra. “Thanks for nothing.”
“If you can’t handle the Valkyrie, stay off of the battlefield,” she said mildly.
I dropped my head on my desk,thunking my forehead.
“Why. Me?” I whined to the scratched wood.
“You don’t have to be here,” Myra said for the seventh time since I’d come into work. “I told you to stay home. It’s your day off.”
I fake screamed with my mouth open, but no sound came out. It didn’t make me feel any better, so I rolled my head, pressing my cheek against the desk.
The wood was cool, and everything looked sort of fun-housey from this angle.
“I have work to do.” I stretched and pushed the stapler to the edge of the desk, straightening the base with my finger until it lined up perfectly.
“Uh-huh.” Myra was back to typing again, theclickity clackloud in the quiet station.
“Any luck on the car?” I asked.
“Nope.” She kept right on typing.
“Are you on one of those secret auction sites that sells old magic stuff?”
“No. I don’t look for magic items at work. Also, nothing good has shown up on those sites in months.”
“Think we could get some money for a car that fell out of the sky once?”
“Nope.”
I lifted my head a little to try and see more of her screen.
“Bertie wants Ryder to be in the talent show.”
“I heard.”
“She remembered he used to play piano.”
Myra tipped her chin up just a bit and took a deep breath. “Okay, we’re doing this now?”
“Doing what now?”
“Moping about the wedding.”
“I don’t mope.”
She tapped her mouse a few times, then pulled on the bottom drawer of her desk and lifted a paperback out of it. “Fine. Since you’re going to be like this, I’m taking a break.”
She opened the book and leaned back in her chair.
