8 Chapter 8

After a moment, he looked back at Jest, a trace of sadness and more defiance in his expression. “Well, aren’t we a fine pair? Although, I don’t fit here, either. I’m not musical and don’t have any skills your crew could use. I guess I’ll have to go back in a day or two and face the worst. They’ll all laugh at me and I may get canned. Still, I can find a new job with another game or IT outfit. I’ve got the chops and a rep now, even without a recommendation, which Mickey probably won’t give me.”

He raised the mug and gulped the coffee in a half-dozen swallows. “I need to clean up some. Haven’t showered since Friday morning. It’s Sunday now, isn’t it?”

Jest hesitated. “Yeah, Sunday. You have clothes with you then? I could loan you some jeans and a T-shirt if you need them. Nothing too weird, just plain stuff.”

Greene sniffed. “Yes, I have clothes. I just need to wash the sweat off.”