Page 90 of The End of Me
October 23rd,6:02 a.m. EST
FinnG: Modern gods?
PCoop: Excuse me?
FinnG: What if we write a series about gods in the modern day?
PCoop: Like Neil Gaiman’s American Gods?
FinnG: I wouldn’t know. Never heard of the book—or the author.
PCoop: I’m not sure how to follow up on this conversation. He’s one of my favorite authors. Have you been hiding under a rock?
FinnG: Shall I remind you that I have no memory? I could be his long-lost nephew, and I wouldn’t know.
PCoop: Are you British?
FinnG: I don’t know.
PCoop: Do you have a British accent?
FinnG: No. I just asked my father, and he says it’s American but can’t detect an accent.
PCoop: Then you’re not related to Neil.
PCoop: Sometimes I believe that you’re toying with me and you’re one of my brothers or cousins.
FinnG: Why would they do something like that?
PCoop: They like to play pranks on me.
FinnG: I can assure you I’m a real person—and not related to you.
PCoop: Of course. They would’ve already said, “I got you.”
FinnG: How many brothers and cousins do you have?
PCoop: I have four brothers, but the oldest wouldn’t do this to me. The three younger ones are the most likely culprits, and they like to make my life miserable.
FinnG: Any sisters or cousins?
PCoop: One sister and a bunch of cousins. Do you remember if you have a family?
FinnG: No, I don’t. It’s just my adoptive father and me.
PCoop: I wish I could say you’re lucky, but I don’t know what I would do without my crazy family.
FinnG: Even though they seem to stress you out?
PCoop: More so because they stress me out.
FinnG: That’s strange.
PCoop: Trust me, you’ll figure it out when you start a family and have your own children.
FinnG: That’s too far in the future.
PCoop: Hopefully, we’ll still be working together, and you’ll tell me all about them.
