““I kept watching Lilli though. I wanted to see what was going on in her brain. Which of her memories was winning the fight? Was it Dad all of those evenings, sitting in the dark of the dining room, focused intently, hypnotized by the flickering monitor of a small, flat computer that opened like a book? Was it the sensation of her little nail-bitten fingers once or twice being allowed to touch its delicious keys? Or was it that moment - the one where Dad shot her down and told her she was wrong? I guessed the last one. It packed quite a punch.””
