Jorja got up and refilled their cups. As she made her way across the kitchen, Regina’s eyes took in the surroundings of the small cabin.
It was made out of real logs inside and out. The furnishings were sparse but efficient, and Jorja littered the adjoining living room with all sorts of electronics – a computer and printer, an Internet Wi-Fi box, an iPod stereo and speakers, and some sort of strange, black box labeled “Department of Defense”. The only thing that looked out of place among all the electronics was the huge stack of worn books in the corner by the couch.
I wonder what those are. Regina thought.
“I see your housekeeping skills are still the same. You never did mind clutter. What is all this electronic stuff for? It looks like an FBI setup.”
She giggled that same girlish giggle from her youth.
“Yeah, right – I’m working for the NSA.”
At that, Regina gave her a blank stare.
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