He was predictably sniffy about the head device, but he conceded that the voice recognition software might be useful, and within a week we managed, with Damion’s help, to install it on his computer, setting Derek up so that with the computer tray fixed to his chair, he no longer needed someone else to type for him. He was a bit self-conscious about it initially, but after I instructed him to begin everything with, ‘Take a letter, Miss Clark,’ he got over it.
Even Mrs Claire couldn’t find anything to complain about. ‘If there is any other equipment that you think might be useful,’ she said, her lips still pursed as if she couldn’t quite believe this might have been a straightforwardly good thing, ‘do let us know.’ She eyed Derek nervously, as if he might actually be about to wrench it off
