Things Slip Through
“Those other novels were commercial techno-thrillers, video game and television series tie-ins. Not classic, epic space operas . . . which Forever War is. It’s a great novel. You’ll get no argument from me. But they don’t really know what to do with it, which I warned you about three years ago.”
“Fine. We’ll solve that Tuesday morning, or we’ll bid Franklin and Hammer-Fiske sayonara.”
Jim clucked his teeth with his tongue and looked away into the snow-speckled night, debating what to say next. Apparently, Gavin wasn’t that drunk, because he asked in a tight voice, “Hey. You’re not telling me something. What is it?”
Jim fought with himself for several more seconds, then said regretfully, “Lis
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