'I'm a Poor Host,' He Said.

Eva had been unconscious for three days. She was used to having mammy's vast knowledge at her finger tips. It was disconcerting to not be able to search for information the moment she wanted. With no sister to initiate her kinnock and give her instant access to her communications, she went to one of the hand carved cupboards in the kitchen and withdrew an old comlet. After blowing dust off it, she closed the silver bracelet over her hand, activating its virtual keyboard. A blue screen swirled to life above her wrist, a red curser blinking in the bottom left corner. The woman that came into view had her hair a familiar untidy knot atop her head,