CHAPTER 35
On Monday morning Lary strolls into the office at 8:45 sharp, smiling, and enjoying the scent of lemon polished wood. Once again T.P. is missing in action. Timex lifts his head, curls his lip, and growls for only a moment. Without a care he goes back to sleep in his bed. The note on the typewriter reads: “Busy. T.P.”
It appears she is on her own schedule, in charge of her own duties. Perfect. Why, it’s almost like being a producer again. She sets up her laptop from home, and chains it to the desk with the new lock system she had picked up after work on Friday.
After that, she unplugs the ancient rotary phone. She stuffs it out of sight in the closet and plugs in the new spiffy cordless she had bought along with the lock, and dials Bell Canada to set up an Internet connection.
