“And what does your father do?” she asked politely. I hesitated, lifting my eyebrows as if to say, “Oh, him?” I took a breath to indicate I hadn’t expected the conversation to go here. “He started a computer company,” I said. “He invented a computer called the Macintosh.” I said it as if she might not have heard of it. At that, the woman stood; she looked alarmed. “Excuse me,” she said. “I’ll be right back.” She grasped the doorknob and left the room abruptly, closing the door behind her, as if she’d realized all at once she had to attend to something urgent outside the room. It was too
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