Is everyone ready?”
“Yes, Joan,” said Alistair. “Please, any day now.”
Joan stood next to a cobbled-together circuit breaker, her hand resting on the lever. She scowled at the assembled group. All twenty or so of them had crammed into the living room for the grand lighting. Matheus had been conducted to the front, bracketed by Alistair on one side and Heaven on the other. Because of his assistance with scamming the electric company, Milo had a position of honor as well. Everyone else formed rough lines, falling into their familiar cliques.
“It’s a big fucking moment,” Joan said.
Alistair smiled upon Joan as though she’d just descended from the heavens in a rain of gold and rainbows.
“Joan, you’re a genius,” he said. “Really, we couldn’t have done this without you.” He continued smiling in the face of Joan’s suspicion.
“All right,” said Joan. “As long as you understand how hard as ass this was.”