89 - No internet.
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It's sure a bit of a drag that there's no working
cell tower here now. No more five-minute hikes up
the hill to get a signal. Now I got to catch a
ride into town to upload my files and stuff. You
can scrounge some open wifi in the alley behind
the old Regal, most days.
Although I just learned yesterday that Hat's got
some old computer hooked up to her radio set
again. And all I got to do is leave her my files
and my password and she'll upload them somehow
over that. She just sips her tea and watches the
numbers go up. It's like 110 bods, is what she
told me. I don't know what exactly that means,
except it's sloooooow. But it's okay, I don't
usually write too long.
I was away only a few months, but old Hat somehow
seems a lot older now. It's like the hardness is
gone, and she's just not kicking ass like before.
I think it really took it out of her, losing her
grand-daughter and her daughter in such short
succession, and in that way. Maybe it's a small
mercy she wasn't there to see what happened to
Ellie like I was. That stuff sticks with you.
It's the crunching sound, that I still can't get
out of my head even now.
