Green Means You’re Keen
Jodi Scarfield sat back from the glowing screen in front of her and sighed with satisfaction. Some days she was good. Other days she was very, very good. Today was one of those.
“You’re looking a bit too smug, Daughter. What’s going on over there?” Marilyn Scarfield looked up from her book and raised an eyebrow.
“Nothing very quickly on this dopey old computer.”
Her mother chuckled. “You’ve spent so much time on that one, nobody here knows what colour your eyes are. Anything newer and you might disappear into cyberspace altogether.”
“As opposed to disappearing into real space? Cyberspace is nothing.”
Amid their déjà vu moment, Marilyn skipped a beat, a fraction of a second when her face drew tight and serious. She hadn’t left the medicentre for a single one of
