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Sliding the keyboard tray back under the desk, I stand and head
for the door.
Damian stops me before I get there. “Since you rely so heavily
on electronic communications to keep in touch with your friends,”
he says. “Your mother and I have decided you need a laptop computer.”
I spin back to face him. “Really?”
“And an Internet connection in your room.” He hasn’t looked
up from his papers, but I can see him smiling just a little at my
enthusiastic reaction.
“That’s great!”
“Hesper will pick up the computer when she travels to Serifos on
Friday. The connection will be installed tomorrow.”
Friday? That’s only two days away. Two days until complete freedom
of Internet access in the privacy of my room.
“Wow, Damian, that’s—” Amazing? Wonderful? Terrific? Nothing
seems to say exactly what I mean, so I just say, “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.”
Turning, I start to bounce out of the room.
“Just don’t spend all your time conversing with Mr. Travatas.
Your studies come first.”
Man, I can’t keep any secrets.
“Hey, Damian?” I ask over my shoulder. “Can you read emotions
through walls?”
“No,” he says with laughter in his voice.
“Good.” I move through the doorway, to the other side of the
wall. “Because I’d probably get in trouble for what I’m feeling right
now.”
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