On the fourth floor he took his glasses off, dropped the newspaper in his
room, and headed for the ops room, where he used one of the computers to fill
out a report form.
As he was typing the last of a general description of events as he'd
experienced them -- and making a point of mentioning the door closing hard on
Nassir's wrist -- he felt Mandi's presence nearby and looked up as she entered
the room.
He waved and smiled, she waved and smiled, then Cade turned back to typing
and quickly finished the description and the report and printed copies for
signing. Mandi came to stand by the desk
"So you type, too?" she asked, "How fast?"
"About sixty these days. John said you came in sixth."
She sighed with mock regret and said, "Yeah, I just didn't look enough like
me, I guess. Close, but no cigar."
As he signed the forms, Cade said, "Poor little you, milady. May I buy you a
late dinner to ease your pain?"
"Getting hungry again, huh?"
"Yup." Lowering his voice, he said, "I found out what you meant by
'stronger' a while ago."
Matching his near whisper, Mandi smilingly leaned close and said, "Yes, I
know.
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