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2024-10-29 19:42:56I couldn’t turn the key to lock the basement door fast enough. Still dizzy, I snatched a soda from the fridge and gulped up half of it right where I stood, feeling I desperately needed a sugar boost.
“Are you okay?” asked the tablet by the flashing cat ball.
“Yeah, yeah, I just need a minute,” I panted. “And a tea.”
“Speedwell,” said the phone.
“That’s a great idea.”
Five minutes later, I sat at the table, the phone offline on one side, the tablet with both apps open on the other. We lingered there until their dinner time, talking about what had just happened downstairs. Typing still demanded them a lot of time and energy, so Joseph and Lizzie shared the TTS, while Edward used the speaking up and Ann used my phone.
What Edward had observed over those few minutes in the basement left me speechless.
First of all, now he’d gotten a closer look
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