She looked fancy, like the ladies at the bank. She spoke with a confidence I found oddly intriguing. I wondered how she was so brave. She had this ability to not only speak to him, but also not agree or disagree at the same time.
They were getting closer, it was something about breast cancer and sleeping in a bra. I watched her walk tall as she took a seat at the table in the kitchen.
She opened a smooth flat black box. It had buttons like the old typewriter we played school teacher with. As I got closer she ran her finger across the bottom. There was a little square under the space bar. She let me touch the square too. She said it was a laptop. Like a computer. I still didn’t understand, but I realized she was probably even more important than the bank ladies. Her name was, “Lori.”
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