“Hey there,” the fridge said. “You’ve left me open.” Laney said nothing. “Well, do you want the door open, partner? You know it interferes with the automatic de-frost . . .” “Be quiet.” His hands felt better. Cooler. He stood there until his hands were quite cold, then withdrew them and pressed the tips of his fingers against his temples, the fridge taking this opportunity to close itself without further comment.
““Hey there,” the fridge said. “You’ve left me open.”
Laney said nothing.
“Well, do you want the door open, partner? You know it interferes with the automatic de-frost . . .”
“Be quiet.” His hands felt better. Cooler.
He stood there until his hands were quite cold, then withdrew them and pressed the tips of his fingers against his temples, the fridge taking this opportunity to close itself without further comment.
Reference
Gibson, William (1996, Sep. 4). “Idoru.” Kindle Edition. Chapter 7 The Wet, Warm Life in Alison Shires, p. 53 of 263, 19%.
