Frankie’s fingers flicking the phone icons made Jack feel even greener about the gills. ‘Slow down, Franks.’ She did, hardly discernible, indicating phone numbers and e-mail addresses he never knew he had, transferred from his computer to the phone. Jack looked, ‘Where’s my computer?’
‘We nicked it, you never use it.’
Miffed, Jack asserted himself into unknown territory, ‘I was thinking of doing an e-mail.’
‘You can do that on your phone now; Connie and I are here if you need help.’ If, he thought, his desk looked bare without the computer, but upon reflection, the last thing he wanted was people thinking he was a nerd, and walking along with the phone out in front of him, his finger moving icons, Jack bumped into the door. ‘Watch out for that, Jane.’
‘Nice timing, Franks, did you put
