Nigel rushed back in with a sippy cup.
And now I just had more questions than ever. Seriously…Tanner didn’t have kids. So why the hell did he have that in his house?
“I’m off,” Tanner said.
“Have a nice trip,” I said. “And don’t do anything illegal.”
“I’m not going to promise anything. But I’ll be on my best behavior with her. And you two behave while I’m off.” He waved and then walked out of the room whistling. “Oh and Nigel,” he said and popped just his head back into the room. “I’m taking the limo, so you’ll have to run your errands with a different vehicle.”
“But I like the limo,” Nigel said.
“I know you like being extra at the grocery store. I swear I wouldn’t take it if I didn’t need all the space for boxes.”
Boxes? Seriously, what the hell was Tanner doing?
Nigel sighed. “Fine.”
“Bye,” Tanner said and this time he really did leave. Because I heard the door close behind him.
Nigel was standing there staring at me. “What shall we do today while Master is away?”
“Um…I’m going to work.”
“Great, I’ll go change into my work outfit.”
“Nigel, you don’t…” but he was already walking away. Was he seriously going to follow me to work?
***
Nigel was sitting behind my desk when I got back from my meeting. Scrolling on my computer even though I hadn’t given him my password.
“What are you doing?”
He jumped. “Internets.”
I glared at him until he pushed back the chair and stood up. Every time I saw him today I was still somehow surprised by his choice of “work clothes.” He was wearing coveralls like he thought he was going to be spending the day at a construction site. Even though he knew where I worked. None of it made any sense.
“Sorry,” Nigel said. “I like the internets. It’s fun. Did you know that there’s a thing called Google that always tells the truth about anything you ask it?”
“That’s definitely not how the internet works. And don’t you have a computer at home?”
“Yes. I have a whole computer room at home.”
“Like with games and stuff?”
“No, it’s just a big computer that takes up a whole room. Almost as big as this office. And slow. Very, very slow. And no internets.”
“It’s just internet. No ‘s’.”
“I don’t think that’s right,” Nigel said.
“Wait, are you talking about one of the very first computers? Those huge old things? A mainframe?”
“Yes.”
“Why don’t you have a laptop?”
“I don’t like little things. I like big things. The bigger the better.”
