Crashing
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“And then he said “That’s for sure.” Just like that. Can you believe it?” Nancy was getting riled up all over again simply relating the story to Annie.
“Maybe he’s glad you’re not like this other girl.”
“And after all that,” Nancy continued, ignoring her too practical friend, “he wanted to kiss me goodnight.”
“Whoa.” Anne stopped her typing, brown eyes big in her face. “Did you let him?”
“Yes.” Nancy’s cheeks flushed. “But that’s not the point.”
“I see.”
That was a humor-the-irrational-woman I see. “Ohhhh….” Nancy flopped down on Annie’s neatly made up bed, frustrated. She bounced. Why did she bounce? “Wait a minute. How did you get a new mattress?”
“I got lucky.” Anne pursed her lips as she stared into the computer screen.
“Must have. I don’t know anyone else in residence with a new mattress.” Nancy would know. She had complained to everyone who’d listen about her sorry excuse for a bed.
“Stanley has one.”
“Stanley brought his own. You know what how anal retentive he is and…” A thought occurred to Nancy. “You brought your own too!”
“I might have but…” A stomach twisting shriek of pain from Anne. “Oh, no, I broke it. I didn’t save and now…”
Annie and computers didn’t get along so well. During their short friendship, Nancy had already figured that out. “Didn’t you auto-save?”
“Auto… what?”
“Geez, Annie, how did you get through high school?” She walked over to the computer, Annie giving up her seat. Nancy may not be able to fix the situation with Ted but she could get her friend’s computer up and running again.
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Read more about a much older Nancy, Anne’s business partner, in Breach Of Trust, available May 2008.
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