The Wrong Goodbye
“ "Hey, Sam? I think I got something." We'd been at the library maybe twenty minutes. The first five of them I'd spent online searching the local paper's database for any mention of sulfur or further instances of naked wandering. I spent the next fifteen wrestling with the fucking microfiche machine, because it turns out if you want to read more than a line or two online, you have to pay for it. Gio watched over my shoulder for a while as I cursed and scowled and occasionally rapped th...e obstinate piece of junk on its side in an effort to get it to work, all to no avail. When he tired of chuckling at my expense, he returned to the bank of computers on the far wall, leaving me to stew in peace.
I craned around in my seat to face him, and in so doing, knocked a spool of microfilm onto the floor, where it dutifully unraveled. I'm pretty sure I heard the old lady making bake-sale flyers at the photocopier snicker. "I swear, Gio, if you're calling me over there to watch another video of a monkey dancing, I'm going to be pissed." "No monkey this time, honest.MoreLess
I craned around in my seat to face him, and in so doing, knocked a spool of microfilm onto the floor, where it dutifully unraveled. I'm pretty sure I heard the old lady making bake-sale flyers at the photocopier snicker. "I swear, Gio, if you're calling me over there to watch another video of a monkey dancing, I'm going to be pissed." "No monkey this time, honest.MoreLess
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