Vernon sat down heavily in the flower bed, flattening a promising lavender and twisting his ankle. After a pause that clearly concerned Jean Luc who was repeating ‘Vernon, Vernon, are you there? Allo.’ he found his voice and replied.
“Uh. Erm, well yes of course Jean Luc. I’ll be there, but what a fiasco, what a fiasco. We’ll be the laughing stock of the county and far beyond that I’m sure. Even the dogs in the street will join in. Is there anything to show them? Does it work?”
“Émile assures me that anything inputted which is more that jumbled alphabet is disentangled or interpreted in a very promising manner. He assures me Vernon and says he won’t ask for more money until this capability has been demonstrated.”
“Assurances from a precocious truant with entrepreneurial tendencies. I should’ve known better.” Vernon moaned glumly.
There was no answer from Jean Luc and Vernon realised that his friend was hurt or deeply embarrassed.
“Sorry Jean Luc, he’s a bright boy and any mess is my own doing. Shall I meet you there tomorrow or call for you?”
“Better meet me there Vernon” Jean Luc finally managed to say quietly…
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