“Ten years?”
Eleanor had gotten used to the dread that came with each notification on her phone –– keeping up with the news had drained her, but out of a maligned sense of civic responsibility, she continued to do so. Of course, every now and then, the clouds parted and gave her respite to discuss something more enjoyable.
“Ten years since what?” Gwen asked.
“This music video is ten years old now!”
The Hanslick Girls 