5
Kira said an awkward good night to Jeff and entered her apartment. Rob’s head popped into the hallway as soon as she came in the door.
“Good, you’re back,” he said. “Now you can get that filth off my computer.”
Kira entered the living room without comment, taking a moment to survey her roommate’s handiwork. His piles of clothes had been sorted and folded. The dishes had been done, and the kitchen was clear of garbage. Other than his laptop, the dining-room table was empty.
Kira gave a nod of approval. “Not bad.”
She went over to Rob’s laptop and closed the slide show of feet, which was still playing. She spent a few minutes deleting the image files and tracking down and removing the offending lines of code that ran the program before turning the laptop over to Rob.
“You’re sure the
