I inhaled the ominous silence.
I blocked out the sound of my husband’s laughter. It was good to hear, but I had other matters to attend to. I had to completely alter my view of Nionc Tigo and her life’s work. I took in a deep breath and gave my whole attention to the work at hand. I flipped the page and began reading.
And was transported.
Machines are the magicians of our age. They transform with buttons and beeps as a traditional magician might use sleight of hand and magic words. They are the hocus pocus and the abracadabra of modern life. Most people don’t know how they work. Most people don’t care. They only care that they do work. The manuals that they come with, mostly unread—like most great literature—didn’t have to be dry and boring. Nionc Tigo proved that with the very first on
