Sitting in the dark watching t.v. I reboot my phone. The “Verizon” start screen must be making my face glow red.
Michael asks, “What kind of demons are you messing with over there?”
I rebuff his nosiness. “Whatever kind of deals with the devil I’m making are my private affairs, thank you very much.”
He offers up tech support, “You know that some of those deal-with-the devil type apps can spy on you. Did you read the user agreement?”
“Yes, it said blah blah immortal soul blah blah blah. I hit ‘allow’.”