August 21
“You’d think, and I thought that way for the longest time. But it doesn’t, ’cause you can’t undo something that’s already been done. You have the better armor, and you’re probably wearing it at that point, so preventing it from being there doesn’t matter, because you already have it,” she says. “I guess they just thought programming something like that would be too much trouble. But, in the end, it works out.”
“Kyle, that is the silliest hand-wave I have ever heard,” I say, half-believing it. Maybe this will work out after all. Whatever’s guiding us both just earned a little bit more respect in my book. “I can see why you’d think I’d hate that game.”
Wednesday, January 31, 2001
Lisa’s waiting for me at my table when I enter the Beanery, just around noon. Lou nods and hands me a cup of my usual as I pass by. “That woman there’s been expecting you,” he says. “Paid your tab, too. Enjoy it.”
“I will,” I say. “How long has she been there?”
“All morning,” he says. “She said you’d be coming in around now. I didn’t believe her, but hey, everyone gets lucky sooner or later, right?”
“Sometimes we have to make our own luck,” I say. “Oh, one last thing, you got an empty coffee can I can use? Metal?”
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