It was an adult female dressed in a water darkened, pastel flannel shirt and long skirt. Her forearms and calves were visible below the breeze-chopped swells of Silver Lake, and the exposed skin still had a putty cast to it. Most of the bodies that we passed were concentrated where the mouth of t...
Most of it was way too technical for Michelle to follow, or even understand, but she didn’t care. Computers had never interested her for anything other than the necessities of her work. A few snippets of English interspaced between Andy and Samantha’s nerd language trickled through. Samantha was ...