It’s easy, they said, you’ll be able to keep in touch, they said. So she bought the bloody thing. Laid out a grand and…
Nothing.
Her nephew came along and set it up for her. That was a little better, though not much. It still sat unopened on the dresser smirking at her.
They bought her a course of one-to-one lessons for her birthday.
A skinny young man with multiple tattoos turned up bang on time.
She didn’t learn to use her computer, but she had a lot of fun teaching him how to interface with a woman…
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