Nell arrived outside our door the next morning, ridding the small desk in the corner of the room of its untouched amenities to sprawl documents across the dusty surface. On the pile of papers, she sat something like a TV to which she used noisy controls to surface more information on the bright screen.
I attempted and failed to hide my curiosity because Nell glanced at me knowingly.
"A computer," she mentioned plainly. "I can access the internet with it."
I bit my cheek and nodded, slightly embarrassed. Simon had used the word internet with me before but hadn't delved much into its meaning.
Setting the computer aside, Nell scrutinized a few of the disorganized pages. "Have a look at this and tell me what you think," she directed at Simon.
