Аннотация
Lynn Abbey
It's About Squirrels...
"SQUIRRELS?" Nic repeated.
"Yes, ma'am," the utility company spokeswoman replied, unaware of, or completely ignoring, Nic's sarcasm.
Nic abandoned subtlety. "I lost power at nine a.m. this morning, at nine a.m. yesterday, at the same time the day before yesterday, and the day before that, too. After four days, my computer's dead as a doornail. I'm wondering if it's safe to replace my hardware, and you're telling me that my problem is squirrels?"
"Yes, ma'am. From what you've said, your problem is squirrels."
"Florida squirrels read clocks?"
"No, ma'am," the utility representative replied, steadfastly polite.
Like so many others, Nic was a transplant to the Sunshine State, and a recent one at that. Six months ago, Thursday mornings would have found her in an urban office, sipping coffee while she dreamed up new ways to seduce consumers onto the Internet. Now she was just another dot-bomb survivor with...
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