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Thanks to everyone who visited and commented last week—and an especial thanks to those of you who thought Pressman dietary quirks sounded like a really good deal!
In this bit, Clyota asks Charlie if she can use his Library Secure terminal to access the information she and the Pressman have located on her mother. Charlie is confused about why her own access was revoked:
“Diane told everyone you murdered some guy in your living room, but since I wouldn’t believe her if she told me my mother had a son, I figured she was just blowing more crap.”
Great. There wasn’t any point to keeping the Press at bay with Diane around. “She was—I didn’t.”
“But,” I said, forcing myself not to duck my head like a little girl caught dipping in the cookie jar, “I was arrested for the murder of the guy who died in my living room—that’s why they barred my access codes.”
Charlie popped the last ring into his mouth, chewed, swallowed. “I think I’m going to need some details, here.”
We’re finally to the end of the deli scene—though you’ll note I managed to fit in one more onion ring . . .