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the two sets of twins
threw their numbers. Or so they claim. Eight pregnancies, ten
kids.
Bentley's at the door
wanting back in and I need at least another two cups of coffee.
Forgot to make it last night. Thought I'd never figure out how to
start the machine this morning.
I might forgo work and go
back to bed. Isn't that a perk of being self-employed? So what if
my brother's company needs this software, right? I'm ahead of
schedule anyway. There, see, I talked myself into going back to
bed, and Bentley will like that idea. He's dragging, too. We're a
winning pair, I'll tell you.
Yours,
Lainy - who needs more
sleep for some reason. Three hours don’t seem to work
anymore.
P.S. Please return
safely .
Lainy clicked the send button and
watched her message disappear. She sent her computer into sleep
mode after fixing the firewall and yawning, trudged to the door to
allow Bentley-the-tired-squirrel-chaser through. He sent her the
most pathetic look she'd seen yet and Lainy patted his head, locked
the door, set the alarm, and then they padded up the stairs
together.
*****
After finally returning to the base a
week later, Mitch had to pass the post office on his way to report
to his boss. On the way, he dropped in.
A package awaited him.
This one bore Lainy's return address,
and eager to see what she'd sent, he wanted to finish this report
business with his superior officer fast. As usual, when he wanted
speed and efficiency, his boss had eighty lengthy questions for
him. Mitch answered each and hardly thought any disparaging
comments about the man.
The package taunted him as it sat in
mysterious glory beside his chair. He caught an occasional glimpse
of the white, red, and blue postal service box and his heart
tripped. Mitch worked hard not to fantasize about what was inside
this particular carton.
With Lainy's return address, the
contents were even more tantalizing than cookies. The box itself
was heavier than a bunch of pictures but not heavy enough to be
more cookies. Besides the carton was rectangular shaped and thin.
Not at all the container to mail treats.
By the time he'd concluded the
debriefing, feeling confident about this newest project, Mitch’s
patience was stretched. He hadn't reached his limit yet, but felt
some strain on his former limitless reserves. Since meeting Lainy,
his priorities appeared to have changed.
Striding across the base, the package
tucked under his arm, Mitch couldn't help but wish he had Lainy so
securely against him, rather than this package. For that matter, he
wanted both her and Bentley. But since he was half-way across the
world from her, his little dream wasn't going to happen any time
soon.
Their newest project would take a few
weeks to begin and then another few months to complete. At best.
Sighing, Mitch pushed his way into the tent assigned to him and
ripped tape off the package.Opening the drawer with his cookie
stash, he selected one to munch on while he discovered the contents
of this newest mailing. Bubble wrap greeted him, as did packing
peanuts. After he'd dug through those, he also encountered
Styrofoam ends and then held a dark metallic and plastic rectangle
in his hands. With a niggling suspicion, he opened the lid and
encountered a keyboard and blank screen.
She'd sent him a computer.
Granted, this laptop was like none
he'd ever encountered before. He'd seen a few heavy duty models,
but this one topped those. Not wanting to contemplate the cost of
this machine, he instead inspected every inch, fascinated by the
construction. Still a bit rough in some areas, the computer had
been designed with blowing sand and heat in mind. The materials
used were tough and durable and sturdy sliding doors covered all
ports and outlets and other means of entering the
computer.
He checked inside the box and
discovered a letter. Or what looked more like a hastily scrawled
note.
Dear Mitch,
Don't worry, I didn't have
to sell my body or any of the rellys to acquire this computer
threw their numbers. Or so they claim. Eight pregnancies, ten
kids.
Bentley's at the door
wanting back in and I need at least another two cups of coffee.
Forgot to make it last night. Thought I'd never figure out how to
start the machine this morning.
I might forgo work and go
back to bed. Isn't that a perk of being self-employed? So what if
my brother's company needs this software, right? I'm ahead of
schedule anyway. There, see, I talked myself into going back to
bed, and Bentley will like that idea. He's dragging, too. We're a
winning pair, I'll tell you.
Yours,
Lainy - who needs more
sleep for some reason. Three hours don’t seem to work
anymore.
P.S. Please return
safely .
Lainy clicked the send button and
watched her message disappear. She sent her computer into sleep
mode after fixing the firewall and yawning, trudged to the door to
allow Bentley-the-tired-squirrel-chaser through. He sent her the
most pathetic look she'd seen yet and Lainy patted his head, locked
the door, set the alarm, and then they padded up the stairs
together.
*****
After finally returning to the base a
week later, Mitch had to pass the post office on his way to report
to his boss. On the way, he dropped in.
A package awaited him.
This one bore Lainy's return address,
and eager to see what she'd sent, he wanted to finish this report
business with his superior officer fast. As usual, when he wanted
speed and efficiency, his boss had eighty lengthy questions for
him. Mitch answered each and hardly thought any disparaging
comments about the man.
The package taunted him as it sat in
mysterious glory beside his chair. He caught an occasional glimpse
of the white, red, and blue postal service box and his heart
tripped. Mitch worked hard not to fantasize about what was inside
this particular carton.
With Lainy's return address, the
contents were even more tantalizing than cookies. The box itself
was heavier than a bunch of pictures but not heavy enough to be
more cookies. Besides the carton was rectangular shaped and thin.
Not at all the container to mail treats.
By the time he'd concluded the
debriefing, feeling confident about this newest project, Mitch’s
patience was stretched. He hadn't reached his limit yet, but felt
some strain on his former limitless reserves. Since meeting Lainy,
his priorities appeared to have changed.
Striding across the base, the package
tucked under his arm, Mitch couldn't help but wish he had Lainy so
securely against him, rather than this package. For that matter, he
wanted both her and Bentley. But since he was half-way across the
world from her, his little dream wasn't going to happen any time
soon.
Their newest project would take a few
weeks to begin and then another few months to complete. At best.
Sighing, Mitch pushed his way into the tent assigned to him and
ripped tape off the package.Opening the drawer with his cookie
stash, he selected one to munch on while he discovered the contents
of this newest mailing. Bubble wrap greeted him, as did packing
peanuts. After he'd dug through those, he also encountered
Styrofoam ends and then held a dark metallic and plastic rectangle
in his hands. With a niggling suspicion, he opened the lid and
encountered a keyboard and blank screen.
She'd sent him a computer.
Granted, this laptop was like none
he'd ever encountered before. He'd seen a few heavy duty models,
but this one topped those. Not wanting to contemplate the cost of
this machine, he instead inspected every inch, fascinated by the
construction. Still a bit rough in some areas, the computer had
been designed with blowing sand and heat in mind. The materials
used were tough and durable and sturdy sliding doors covered all
ports and outlets and other means of entering the
computer.
He checked inside the box and
discovered a letter. Or what looked more like a hastily scrawled
note.
Dear Mitch,
Don't worry, I didn't have
to sell my body or any of the rellys to acquire this computer
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