One Hacker’s Story
Vito Pasquale
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I haven’t yet decided who’ll hack his computer this morning. (Maybe Bob the Builder) I’m on my computer and the words don’t start flowing until I am sitting at his.

He has an abundance of interests and is sweetly trusting. I’ve got a little time.

Do I think he knows it is I who hacks his computer?

It could only be me.

Has he ever asked?

No.

I think he may (my poor child) have adopted my belief, perhaps by observation — to only ask the question for which you want to know the answer. Or answers, because, sometimes there’s more than one. And you have to be ready for that too. Which, usually I’m not.

So this is me, asking.