Des shoved the 20-inch pizza box of the three smiling Petrini brothers into Molly’s outstretched hands and blurted, “Lunar panels!” After a beat, she asked, “Looney panels? Have you been listening to one of those right-wing talk stations?” “No, no, no. LUNAR panels. Do you get it? Everyone is selling solar panels—along with garage doors—but nobody is selling lunar panels.” “Des, that’s because there is no such thing as lunar panels,” Molly said.
