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When I got home Nate and Des were huddled by the computer.
Des read from the screen. “It's a good recipe if you double the spices.” Her voice rose in disbelief. “Double? How can they say that?”
“Never mind that one,” Nate said. “The next one’s better.” He read. “Delightful taste. Not overdone. Refreshing to find this new chef. This recipe is one I’ll use again and again.”
I walked up and looked over his shoulder. “Looking for a dinner recipe?”
“We’ll order pizza,” Des said. “Scroll up to the next comment, Nate.”
Pizza? Had I heard correctly? I was afraid to ask her to repeat it. This was a special moment. They must be looking at something pretty important. It looked like one of those pages with comments to an article. “What is it?” I asked.
“George put a link on his webpage to Desiree’s stuff. Her webpage has had thousands of hits since this morning. We’re on page three of the comments and they’re still coming in.”
“Does this mean Des is rich?”
Nate shook his head. “No money. But it’s excellent advertisement.”
“It will look wonderful on my resume,” Des said. “Ahhh,” she squealed and pointed. “Read this one.”
“You’re putting fingerprints on the screen,” Nate said.
“Just read it.” Without waiting she proceeded to read it for him. “Brilliant, undiscovered talent…”
I left them to their intoxicating reviews and went to my room to do my homework. Apparently George’s hacking was working out for Des. I wasn’t so sure about Dad’s book.