Here’s what I did this evening:
Which is a page (indeed the first page) from here:
And the story is here.
I cannot imagine how incredibly maddening it would be to find that your first sentence had somehow, inexplicably, been omitted from your published novel!!! But Mary Robinette is a gracious, lovely, clever woman, and she will survive this. Indeed, though I don’t go on the Twitters, I understand that there is quite a little conversation going on there, about alternative first lines to the novel. Lemonade, indeed.
So it was a fun evening. And the less said about the rest of the day, the better.