The phone call brought Ella confusing news.
“This is Microsoft and our analysis confirms that your computer has a virus.
“Is it Ebola?”
“No, nothing like that. It’s a computer virus.”
“Well I’m glad it isn’t Ebola. You’re sure now?”
“Yes Ma’am, absolutely positive.”
“Thank goodness, because I don’t know what I’d do. I couldn’t stay here and my sister Edna, you know how she is.”
“Yes Ma’am, now about your computer…”
“Do you know Edna?”
“No. Regarding your computer, for $39.99 we…”
“What computer? I don’t have a computer.”
“Praise be, another miracle. You have a nice day. Goodbye.”
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