Chapter 8
“If this software isn’t a game, what is it?” Valerie had tried to follow even half of what E-Squared was talking about. He’d talked through the matzo-ball soup, dumbed it down for her over one of Uncle Joshua’s potato knishes, dumbed it down another level over Aunt Anne’s blintzes. Now, over a piece of her aunt’s special carrot cake that E-Squared had somehow teased her into sharing, she could mostly follow him.
Initially he’d made her feel stupid, not a familiar or comfortable feeling. But she’d slowly come around to realize that as good as she was at editing, he was equally so in his field of computer stuff. And as passionate as she was for the integrity of the written word, E-Squared was equally so about technologic innovation.
“What is sitting on your computer,” he aimed a
