Chapter seven
My ears buzzed and I felt as though I was surrounded by hot black mud, from which I couldn’t escape. Mr Mc Laine’s welcome wasn’t as cold as I had expected, perhaps because he simply ignored me, and didn’t answer my greeting. Throughout the morning he pretended that I wasn’t there, and I was overcome by unhappiness.
“s**t! This damn computer!” He punched the table, one inch away from the computer.
I tried to talk naturally. “Is something wrong?”
He sneered, without looking at me. “Something? Everything’s wrong. Everything.”
I waited in silence for him to explain.
“It stopped working, damn it!” He pointed to the computer, his tone full of bitterness.
I clumsily walked to his side, in an attempt to help him, even though my technological knowledge was very limited.
He di
