Section 77 is a precocious little…
On Tuesday Jean Luc called round for an emergency session of Desperados Anonymous. Desperate because despite their assurances to Tarkey, they had made no substantial progress that gave warrant for confidence. Anonymous because it was the first time Jean Luc or Émile had been to the Vernon’s house and he was relieved that Nsansa had gone in to work. What on earth would she make of the shambles this fiasco promised. Vernon was not convinced even in his most optimistic moments that you could install a piece of software that would filter out non-meaning and irrelevances, whatever they were, leaving only meaning. How could it be possible… the Nonsense Filter was born out of a rash throwaway joke and reinforced with an ill-advised bout of drunkenness.
Vernon Put the kettle on and plugged in his laptop.
“Make yourself at home Jean Luc, I’m making coffee, okay? Émile, is there anything I can get you to drink?”
The teenager looked up from his i-phone and waved the calculator in his other hand vaguely. “Unless you’ve got a beer I’ll have a coffee too…” After a discrete nudge from his father the precocious boy added without conviction, “Thanks?”
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