Gabrielle drove south on Highway Five toward home. She was sad, and all she could think about was Aneko. She cried and didn’t care. She had a feeling in her gut that once she took Aneko’s truck to her, it would be the parting of their ways.
“s**t. I guess it’s better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all, right?” She nodded. “Shit.”
Three weeks passed. The women talked most nights. Aneko was usually tired, working ten or more hours per day. She loved her work and enjoyed stepping into chaos and creating order, but sometimes she had no time to chat with Gabrielle, and the conversations were short. She told Gabrielle about so many things going on with the computers, most of them she didn’t understand, but she loved her voice and listening to her, the excitement obvious. Sh
