In the darkness their skin is nearly touching, under the warmth of a Goose-Down LAUREN Purple Chez Sio comforter, legs adjusting over fresh cold patches of Australian white cotton sheets, crisp and freshly washed, barely scented Mediterranean Lavender Hypoallergenic™ detergent, mixing with Coldwater June Spring™ fabric softener, both of the same brand, Air.  17 years later and true to her promise to never play another note, those once prodigious musical hands now cradle the DEVICE  v4.0 with the same care as the Davidov Stradivarius that once played Bach’s C Minor Suite to a standing room only crowd in Alice Tully Hall.

Dandelions rising through the concrete, voices of spring. 

“Must you?”

 “Must I what?”

“It’s enough with the phone already.”

“?”

“Hello?”

 “What.”

 “You’ve been tapping on that thing for the last hour.”

 “Oh are you timing me?”

 “It’s a bit much.”

 “I’m working.”

 “Are you?”

 “Yep.”

“Let me see.”

“Let you see what?”

“The work.”

“I’m not showing.”

“It looks like you’re playing.”

“What are you the police?”

“Yep.”

“Ok.”

“Hand it over.”

“Get out of here.”

“You’re not working.  Put the phone away.”

“See.”

She shows him a screen full of numbers and graphs.

“Yeah but I just saw a screen full of BEJEWELED© gems right before you brought up that DowINFO® app.”

“Oooh you are the police.”

 

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