new machine, also with Barry's help cabling, fitting the components
together, until between them they got it to work smoothly enough through
the basics. There were still glitches with the old printer, and she
wasn't so sure about the installed spyware: it slowed the machine
down really badly. But at least the thing didn't crash.
Carmen thanked Barry warmly for his help,
gave him a peck on the cheek, and pointed him toward the door. He
gave her a sheepish look.
"You wouldn't have a beer, Carmen, would
"No, Barry," Carmen said sweetly but firmly,
"no beer tonight. But I'll buy you lunch next week?"
He smiled back, sadly (for a brief moment
reminding Carmen, uncannily, of Jack Kushner), and left.
Carmen spent the next hour or so checking
the applications she regularly used. Only then did she settle down
to checking her personal email. There, as always, was an email from
him, but she decided to tease herself
and him for a bit by answering all of her other email first~of which
she had an unusually high volume that day~there were even several
tempting spam offers~ before indulging herself in the day's supreme
His email, when she finally opened it, read:
"something has me very worried please reply as soon as u can"
Carmen flushed with guilt~she had kept him
waiting unconscionably, irresponsibly playing with her idiotic "power,"
it was now almost eleven~and she quickly jotted a reply: "what's the
matter? i'm here."
She typed another message: "IM me, i'm at
Still no reply.
She waited several minutes, then sent another
email: "hello? r u there?"
Still no response.
"i'm sorry i waited so long to get back to
u, i just got a new computer and had to set it up and check it out