by Heidi Tassone
Jack McCarthy stared at his computer screen, unlocked his desk drawer, pulled out one of three discs, and placed it halfway into his drive. He looked over his shoulder at the closed door of his den and listened for the sound of his wife puttering around the kitchen. Hearing her faint humming and the clinking of dishes, he smiled and pushed the disc into the computer. His fingers moved swiftly across the keypad. Once the transfer was completed, he removed the disc, labeled it, and repeated the process two more times.
When he heard his wife’s slippers flapping on the hardwood floors, he struck a few more keys and switched screens.
The door slowly opened and she peeked in. “Honey, would you like some tea with lunch?”
“That would be great.” Jack swiveled his chair around.
Mary walked over to him nearly…
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