Chapter 26: Naked BreakfastAs usual, I was the first up the following morning, and I padded to the kitchen in boxers to make coffee and fire up the laptop and see what was happening in the world, or at least on f*******:. The laptop was a gift from Jackson to encourage me to write another book. I called it “the laptop” because I don’t think of it as mine. Like so much else about our relationship, the mechanics of it made me uncomfortable. I didn’t want someone buying me things. I wanted to provide for myself. But as a part-time worker making seven fifty-five an hour at a grocery store, a new laptop was out of the question. When my old laptop died, I used the public computers at the library, saving my work to a flash drive. Jackson decided I needed something more sensible, and I came home o
