“It’s an online download,” she pointed out then mimed zipping her lips. “Yes, ma’am.” With her living in a virtual world, I shouldn’t be surprised online games no longer came with hard copies. It showed my age, though. I might look like a pink-cheeked college kid with her whole life ahead of her, but I was a cranky old witch who appreciated purchasing items I could reach out and touch. Before long, I would be shouting get off my lawn to neighborhood kids.
