Jake prowled the tiny room while Phoebe sat at the desk, running figures on an adding machine. It looked normal but felt wrong.
There was no computer, no sign there’d ever been a computer there. The only other machines in the room, besides the adding machine, were the telephone and a manual typewriter. Off to one side were some file cabinets, off to the other a stool sat in front of a modest shelf that was attached to the wall beneath a substandard mirror. A row of bulbs ran along the top of the mirror and some cosmetics dotted the shelf. Next to it was a door that was probably a closet, since it was on an inside wall. On the opposite wall was a cloudy window.
She wasn’t making it easy. He didn’t realize he’d sighed out loud until she looked up and asked, “Disappointed in bar world?”
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