“Oh no,” John said, staring at his laptop, now submerged in
the rainwater. A telltale spark told him
that everything he had on there was gone, including his graduate thesis. “Why, oh why, oh why did I not make a backup
copy?!”
Yanking it out of the water, his mind went into
overdrive. Could Shirley fix this
somehow? Or maybe there was some kind of
specialist in town. He bolted forward
toward the nearby crosswalk, refusing to believe that his future would be
destroyed just like that.
It took him fifteen minutes of running, but he had finally
gotten to Shirley’s house. Her boyfriend
had let him in when he knocked, saying she wasn’t home from class yet. The wait made John all the more nervous,
sometime slipping into quiet prayers to try and secure some kind of goodwill. When she finally got home, he told her
everything.
After he finished, Shirley just massaged her temple in
silence for a moment. Finally, she
spoke. “Look, I may be good with
computer engineering, but…”
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