Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty
“So you don’t have a working computer, either?” Hal asked from across the round glass table. He scooted his chair to give Parker more room.
“To be honest I haven’t even tried to turn it on,” Joel replied. “I’m sure the one I keep here is fried, and with no internet I don’t have much use for it. I protected two of them in my office back in DC, but I expect the place to be looted.” He glanced at Sammy sitting next to him.
Parker spoke. “I don’t understand why both of you still have working refrigerators when mine burned out like a Roman candle.”
Joel shrugged. “If it’s any consolation, I’m turning mine off tomorrow, along with most everything else. You’re welcome to come get some roast pork beforehand. The fake Parker Maddock sure enjoyed it.”
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