“Hey, Dad,” Jennalee said when she reached the front desk. Her father was leaned back in his chair wiping his face with what appeared a page of his printout. “What’s up?”
“I need you to key the reservations back in.” He set a stack of cards on the counter. “The data’s lost somewhere in the system so we’ve got to start over. Come around here. It won’t take long and it’ll be good practice for you.”
Jennalee had hated her computer class almost as much as learning to type. Keyboards of this type were so twentieth century, but she dutifully sat and began the entries because her father’s flushed face scared her. She’d heard enough about heart attacks during the past year to recognize danger, so she set aside her objections and concentrated on the task. Gerald, in the meantime, took a much-need
