“Frank. You’ve got to look at this.” Barbara’s voice was stern but steady. But when Frank didn’t move from browsing Twitter, she slammed her fists on the desk.
“Frank!!”
“Ok. Ok. I’m coming.” He reluctantly tucked his phone away and looked at the screen Barbara was shrilling over.
“It’s a… shelf?”
“Not just any shelf, Frank.” The words came out of Barbara like a machine gun. “An empty shelf....
