Cora POV
Hacker was a genius in her eyes; his hand flew over the keys faster than mine, and that was saying something, because I was considered fast by my peers. But then Hacker does this all day long; muscle memory plays a large part in his ability; his accuracy is exceptionally perfect. I don't mind admitting I am a little jealous. His fingers are long and slender. A piano or guitar player would suit these hands; with those hands, he could be a surgeon, with a delicate touch, but he was a computer specialist, and a good one. Still, those hands were wasted on a computer keyboard. Cora has seen many hands over the years; many surgeons would love to have them, and now I am fantasizing about overhands as I wait for Hacker to be ready to work on the spreadsheet.
Finally, Hacker finished wha
