Anybody here care which one?" "Not me," Gabe muttered groggily as he shuffled into the living room and plumped down on the mile-long couch. Twenty minutes of showermassage had been either too little or too much; he wanted nothing more than to sink into the sofa and become one with the cushions. "I just knew you'd see it that way. Well, here's the ugly truth of it, big guy: deadline on the Gilding BodyShields spot looms big as life and twice as graphic, you should pardon the expression." Gabe grunted. "Tell me something I don't know." "I'm getting to that. But first, this reminder: lunch with Manny Rivera today. Another good reason to get the Body-Shields spot wrapped." "Okay, okay," Gabe said. "Nag." He sat up a little straighter, but his eyes still refused to open all the way. "And we've got a mailbox close to capacity here. Three more items, and they're gonna hit you with the surcharge. I don't wanna say they're gougers or anything, but if you don't do something soon, they're gonna name the node after you.
