S145

I walk over. Pavov doesn’t notice me until I’m at his shoulder. I clear my throat. “I’d say share with everyone, but you already are. Tone it down a bit. Anything I can help with?”

Pavov is actually startled by my arrival. He stutters for a moment, his face rising in red. “No. No, it’s fine.” He walks off with a backward wave and Mary Beth sends a final laugh his way.

Some days I wish I worked with robots.

Draw a small X in Pavov Quikov’s Sway box.