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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred " Page 274 of 307 I blipped over to my bank account. Steve had transferred a thousand dollars into my account that morning. He was still clearly around. I just had no way of getting in touch with him. But now that I had scoured the known Internet for any reference to his business and found only a partially filled out business liscense record, I was really doubting everything. He was paying me in real money but where was any of this money coming from? Was there a business or not? I walked back over to the Steve-phone. I wanted to make a formal appeal to Hermes, God of communication but it was only a phone. Nasute Nephi does not waste prayers. If I'm praying it is for the big stuff. It hadn't failed me yet. I didn't want to push my luck. I reached down to grab the phone and couldn't stop the word Hermes from forming in my mind. "Don't be silly. It's either going to turn on or it isn't." It turned on. It was almost perfect. There was a little condensation. I checked the icons. A little of the touch sensitivity was missing on the lower part of the screen but that wasn't going to stop me from dialing. I called Steve. He picked up by saying, "Nephi?" "Yes. It's me." |