And then there were two

I felt like a parent dropping their child off for the summer at camp. I decided that my iBook deserved a chance at a healthy life, so I dropped it off at my local repair shop for the old ‘once over.’ They said it could be a while before they could get to it, due to a bit of a back log.

I could almost see the look of betrayal on its cover as I left it there on the counter, at the mercy of this perfect stranger. This is the first time we’ve left it anywhere to spend the night with someone else. What will we do without it?