The author still has us stuck in the past as she ever so frickin’ slowly works to finish the book about Claudia and me getting together. We are in 1999 now. There’s no LAC back here, no DWD, no Crappie Cabin. There aren’t the ten of us looking to set the world on fire. And that’s Officer Laura McCallister, but unsurprisingly, she’s still a dick. And Sam? Charles? Denny? Nope.
However, there are a shitload of people back here yammering about a Y2K bug. I laugh and find myself deviously unwilling to let them know that the world does not come to a screeching halt at the stroke of midnight.