But I didn’t leave. I looked at the phrase again, written on a napkin. french-montana-excuse-my-french-zip. The hyphens bothered me. Why hyphens? Why not underscores or spaces? And why “zip” at the end? It was redundant—the file was already a zip.
“U in?”
Kael sighed. “Told you.”
I should have said no. I was supposed to be grading freshman comp essays. But the name stuck in my head like a hook with no drop. French-Montana-Excuse-My-French-Zip. It sounded like a mantra. A curse. A key. french-montana-excuse-my-french-zip