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Show Inside Out, 25 her whole heart into this homemaking thing. Probably she had thrown her whole heart into these enchiladas. But they weren't Mom's. I pushed them around my plate. "School was fine," I said. "Dad, where did you get my laptop?" "Paul!" Dad was trying to put salad on Paul's plate, which Paul kept moving around in hopes of avoiding the "rabbit food." Dad finally succeeded in releasing the fancy mixed greens and turned to me. "Your laptop? I got it off of Craig's List. Some lady a few blocks away, actually. Why-is it not working well? She promised it was in great condition." "No, it's fine," I said. "I'm just wondering who had it before. I think there's a file or something left on it that she might need." "Hmmm," Dad said, scratching his neck. "I thought she wiped it clean before I got it. She must have missed something somehow." "It's not anything that's bothering me," I said. "I don't need it wiped again or anything. I'm just wondering if you know the name of the lady so I could call her and ask about it." "Well, I paid cash for it, but I might still have her address in my old e-mail folder. I'll look around for it later, if you want." Paul knocked over his water glass and Leslie jumped up to get a towel. "How does spyware work?" I asked Dad. I didn't have much hope that he would be able to explain it to me. He was a business executive. Anything to do with computers was for his secretaries to figure out. It was a wonder he even knew about Craig's List. |