I pick up my pace, and five minutes later, I’m bounding up the stairs to the loft.“Andi? Is that you?” she shouts from the kitchen as I open the door. “I’m so glad you are here! Turn on the TV, will you? Channel four. G just called. He and Lewis are about to be on Agenda. Lewis is in the Paris studio. G’s on a live feed from Brussels.”“What’s Agenda?” I ask, hanging up my jacket and putting my bag down on the table. Dad does a lot of TV but I don’t think he’s ever done this program.“It’s like Larry King,” she says.I turn on the TV. The program’s already started. As I sit down on the sofa, the host, Jean-Paul Somebody, a hipster in a black turtleneck and emo glasses, is talking about the night’s rundown. Lili hurries over with two steaming bowls of soup on a tray. She sets the tray down on the coffee table and hands me a bowl.“Thank you,” I tell her, taking it from her hands.It’s onion soup—my favorite—with a big fatty of a crouton under a blanket of cheese.
