"Yeah," Darius said into the phone as Jessica, the receptionist, made no attempt to disguise her eavesdropping. "I just finished the work-trade shift and will take a class with Hannah. After, I'll grab some take-out. What do you think about pot-stickers from King Dong?" He stared at Jessica until she looked away and tried to focus on the phone call. He wished he still had a cell-phone and some semblance of privacy, but Cindy did make a convincing argument about the possible side-effects of telephone air waves and what they could do to his body. She was right. He might want kids one day. "But K