Summers 3C

[For a synopsis of the story so far, click here]

Wings nodded, lowering her eyes aware from Jane’s withering glare. “Sorry.” Her voice did not sound apologetic. “Come over here, I’ll show you.” Wings leaned forward in her chair, moved one of the open books on the coffee table to the side.

Jane pointed to the small device that was uncovered. “You’ve got one, too.”

Wings nodded, sighed as she picked up the device. “Look, I know you say this is all new to you, but believe me, everyone’s got a smart phone these days.”

Jane walked around the coffee table, stopped next to Wing’s chair, looked over the slender woman’s shoulder as her fingers touched the surface of this device she called a smart phone. The image on the surface changed, displayed a series of small pictures arranged in uniform columns and rows in a field of bright colors. Wings turned her head, looked up at Jane. “You want to see a list of presidents?”

Jane nodded, pointed at the device. “Your smart phone, it knows that?”

Still looking up at Jane, Wings frowned. “Girl, this thing don’t know nothing, but you can use to look up just about anything you want.” She turned her attention to the smart phone, the images on its surface changed rapidly as Wings pressed her thumbs deftly across its surface. Jane continued looking over her shoulder, mesmerized by the dance between Wings’ fingers and the smart phone’s surface.

“Jesus.” There was genuine awe in Jane’s voice.

A moment later, Wings turned back to Jane, held up the smart phone to her, its surface (now white, with dozens of words in small black font) facing Jane. Wings smiled. “There you go, girlfriend. That’s all the Presidents of the United States, from Obama all the way to George Washington.”

Jane bent forward, squinted at the surface. Wings shook the smart phone lightly. “Take it.” Jane shook her head. “How? I don’t want to — ”

Wings rose from her seat, exhaled impatiently. She grabbed Jane’s right hand, commanded her to relax, then put the smart phone in Jane’s palm. “Try not to touch the surface, you might hit a link.” Jane nodded, the expression on her face clearly conveying that she had no idea what Wings had just warned her against.

She brought the smart phone up to her face, read slowly. “Obama. Bush. Clinton. The other Bush. Reagan.” She began nodding as she read the rest of the names, the list she had memorized in fifth grade coming back to her. “Carter. Jesus Christ, Ford. Nixon. Johnson. Kennedy. Eisenhower! Truman!” She looked up at Wings, her eyes wide. “Roosevelt! It’s all the same!”

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