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Chapter 4
Heknewthewayshe’dmovedagainsthim,earlier,whenshewoke,theirmutualgruntofunitywhenhe’denteredher,andthatshelikedhercoffeeblack,afterward...
HerdestinationwasoneofthedubioussoftwarerentalcomplexesthatlinedMemoryLane.Therewasastillness,ahush.Boothslinedacentralhall.Theclientelewereyoung,fewofthemoutoftheirteens.Theyallseemedtohavecarbonsocketsplantedbehindtheleftear,butshedidn’tfocusonthem.Thecountersthatfrontedtheboothsdisplayedhundredsofsliversofmicrosoft,angularfragmentsofcoloredsiliconmountedunderoblongtransparentbubblesonsquaresofwhitecardboard.Mollywenttotheseventhboothalongthesouthwall.Behindthecounteraboywithashavenheadstaredvacantlyintospace,adozenspikesofmicrosoftprotrudingfromthesocketbehindhisear.
`Larry,youin,man?’Shepositionedherselfinfrontofhim.Theboy’seyesfocused.Hesatupinhischairandpriedabrightmagentasplinterfromhissocketwithadirtythumbnail.
`Hey,Larry.’
`Molly.’Henodded.
`Ihavesomeworkforsomeofyourfriends,Larry.’
Larrytookaflatplasticcasefromthepocketofhisredsportshirtandflickeditopen,slottingthemicrosoftbesideadozenothers.Hishandhovered,selectedaglossyblackchipthatwasslightlylongerthantherest,andinserteditsmoothlyintohishead.Hiseyesnarrowed.
