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<> So I had noticed him before. He had Eddie Vedder hair. Ginger brown, tangly. He was too thin (much thinner than he is now), and there were permanent smudges under his eyes. Like he was too cool to eat or sleep.
I thought he was dreamy .
I called him Headphone Boy. I couldn’t believe my luck when I realized we studied in the Union at the same time.
Well, I studied. He would pull a paperback out of his pocket and read. Never a textbook. Sometimes, he’d just sit there with his eyes closed, listening to music, his legs all jangly and loose. He gave me impure thoughts.
<> You’re not stopping there! You can’t stop with “impure thoughts.”
<> I have to. Pam just came over. One of the old movie theaters is closing. The Indian Hills. It’s got one of the last Cinerama screens left in the country. I can’t believe they want to close the place. (I’ve seen all four Star Wars movies there. I need to complete the series, damn it.) Pam wants a story about it by morning. So, I’m actually on deadline. Like a real reporter. I got no time for love stories.
<> Okay, you’re excused. For now. But you’re finishing this story.
<> I will, I promise.
CHAPTER 14
LINCOLN WAS NEVER going to send Jennifer Scribner-Snyder and Beth Fremont a warning.
He may as well admit that, to himself. He was never going to send them a warning. Because he liked them. Because he thought they were nice and smart and funny. Really funny—sometimes they made him laugh out loud at his desk. He liked how they teased each other and looked out for each other. He wished that he had a friend at work he could talk to like that.
Okay. So. That’s how it was going to be. He was never going to send them a warning.
Ergo. Therefore. Thus …He technically, ethically , had no reason to keep reading their e-mail.
Lincoln had told himself all along that it was okay to do this job (that it was okay to be a professional snoop and a lurker) as long as there was nothing voyeuristic about it. As long as he didn’t enjoy the snooping and lurking.
But now he was enjoying it. He found himself hoping that Beth and Jennifer’s messages would get picked up by the filter; he found himself smiling every time he saw their names in the WebFence folder. Sometimes, on slow nights, he’d read their messages twice.
It had even occurred to Lincoln once or twice that he could open up their personal folders and read any of their mail, anytime, if he really wanted to.
Not that he wanted to. Not that he ever would. That would be weird.
This was weird, he thought.
He should stop reading their messages. If he was never going to send them a warning, he should stop.
Okay , Lincoln said to himself, I’m stopping .
CHAPTER 15
From: Jennifer Scribner-Snyder
To: Beth Fremont
Sent: Tues, 09/07/1999 9:56 AM
Subject: Nice story.
And on the front page, even. You haven’t lost your chops.
<> Why, thank you. It was exciting working with the news editors again. Everyone’s so intense over there. I felt like Lois Lane.
<> Normally, you feel like Roger Ebert, right?
Hey, guess who wrote your headline?
<> Now that you mention it, it was a very clever headline. Pithy, even. It must have been Chuck.
<> Funny.
<> We make a great team, you and I. We should join forces and …start a newspaper or something.
<> Mitch read your story at breakfast this morning, and he was p;ssed. He loves that theater. He saw The Goonies there six times. (His seventh-grade girlfriend had a crush on Corey Feldman.) He said that the Cinerama screen could make any movie look good.
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1. Mitch had a seventh-grade girlfriend? Play on, player.
2. I hope he wasn’t implying that The Goonies was a bad movie. I love Martha
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I thought he was dreamy .
I called him Headphone Boy. I couldn’t believe my luck when I realized we studied in the Union at the same time.
Well, I studied. He would pull a paperback out of his pocket and read. Never a textbook. Sometimes, he’d just sit there with his eyes closed, listening to music, his legs all jangly and loose. He gave me impure thoughts.
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CHAPTER 14
LINCOLN WAS NEVER going to send Jennifer Scribner-Snyder and Beth Fremont a warning.
He may as well admit that, to himself. He was never going to send them a warning. Because he liked them. Because he thought they were nice and smart and funny. Really funny—sometimes they made him laugh out loud at his desk. He liked how they teased each other and looked out for each other. He wished that he had a friend at work he could talk to like that.
Okay. So. That’s how it was going to be. He was never going to send them a warning.
Ergo. Therefore. Thus …He technically, ethically , had no reason to keep reading their e-mail.
Lincoln had told himself all along that it was okay to do this job (that it was okay to be a professional snoop and a lurker) as long as there was nothing voyeuristic about it. As long as he didn’t enjoy the snooping and lurking.
But now he was enjoying it. He found himself hoping that Beth and Jennifer’s messages would get picked up by the filter; he found himself smiling every time he saw their names in the WebFence folder. Sometimes, on slow nights, he’d read their messages twice.
It had even occurred to Lincoln once or twice that he could open up their personal folders and read any of their mail, anytime, if he really wanted to.
Not that he wanted to. Not that he ever would. That would be weird.
This was weird, he thought.
He should stop reading their messages. If he was never going to send them a warning, he should stop.
Okay , Lincoln said to himself, I’m stopping .
CHAPTER 15
From: Jennifer Scribner-Snyder
To: Beth Fremont
Sent: Tues, 09/07/1999 9:56 AM
Subject: Nice story.
And on the front page, even. You haven’t lost your chops.
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1. Mitch had a seventh-grade girlfriend? Play on, player.
2. I hope he wasn’t implying that The Goonies was a bad movie. I love Martha
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