Amy asks Zink, who’s joined us for our Sunday-night ritual. It boggles her mind that anyone our age isn’t watching it religiously. “I usually attend Sunday-evening services at my grandmother’s church in Harlem,” Zink says. “The choir is fantastic.” Wearing a crisp dress shirt and dark gray slacks, Zink looks like he’s just come from Sunday services. Amy brings him up to date on the main storylines of the show—the love triangles, the sex tape, the drunken orgy—as Zink’s eyes get wider and wider. Ryan and I exchange a suspicious look. Is Zink just putting on an act or does he really not watch this stuff? Heart transplant recipient or not, he’s still a teenager. Zink turns to Sharese. “I thought you said Glamour Girl was a coming-of-age show.” “I said it was a typical teen show.” I catch a prickle of annoyance in her voice. “That means the characters all have some growing up to do.” “It certainly sounds that way.” He crosses his legs, resting his hands on his knee.
