I walk in at her prompting; she’d called my name over and over like the non-stop hum of the a/c. “Mamamamamama.” My entrance stops her mid-stream,and she exchanges chatter for grins. Her little brown…
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“Come on!” I yelled at the computer screen, not understanding why my program wouldn’t start. I sat staring at spinning rainbows, realizing I needed computer help. My husband sat happily at his own computer…