Author summary from Snickfic:
He was so tall. Conor mostly forgot that, somehow. Dumo was the first of the Wilkes-Barre guys to make it to the show, but he was still one of them, an equal - until now, as Conor surveyed the terrain and felt pretty damned unequal.
Dumo met Conor’s eyes. His cheeks were apple-red. “Please?” Dumo said, as though even now Conor might leave him hanging.
Cover design by frecklebombfic
Image by Charles Deluvio.
Cover design by frecklebombfic
Image by Charles Deluvio.
Notes
Recorded for the occasion of my 69th podfic! (I know I have 70 works, but one of them is a written work, so: 69!) --- Thank you so much to Snickfic for granting permission to podfic this! It really is the perfect way to mark this all-important milestone in my fannish career. Thank you to all the usual suspects for holding my hand through choosing it, and to girlmarauders for beta listening. --- On the with-music version of this podfic, the music used is Hot Knife by Fiona Apple (youtube link one and youtube link two). --- RIP our bro Conor Sheary. He's not dead, he's just in Buffalo now. --- Please be generous with your kudos and your comments, and also consider returning to the original work to leave feedback there for Snickfic if you haven't already. Podfic is a low-feedback sport, and reading comments keeps me going through the winter.