“Well, I’ve been working on the sensitivity.”
“And?”
“ I think I’ve taught my computer to read minds.”
“What?”, she squeaked, “No way!”
“If you have some time, I can show you.”
“Let me call Mum.”, she replied as she pulled out her phone. There was an even narrower Atairway that led to a door in an old shed at the edge of the gardens. “Hold on, I need to hit the loo.”, I walked quickly into the loo, leaving her standing there, fuming. “Jenn,” I stammered, “I like you too, but . He took me down into the cellars and showed me an old narrow passage that led to an group of unused underground rooms he referred to as the ‘dungeons’. I lifted her hands gently and she stood up, still not looking at me. After a couple of minutes the screen displayed ‘finished’, I clicked on another button labeled ‘interpret’ and almost at once clicked on ‘print’. After a couple of minutes it slowed to what I considered an idle state. Every time he mentioned some old feature of the property I’d have to go find it for myself. . uh . I moved an old table and chair down there to use as a desk as well as a comfortable reading chair. Jennifer took a deep shaky breath and spoke in a small voice,
