"
"Ah . . ." Oliver said. "A minor flaw."
"Rupert is wonderful," she said. "Now, the mailing list. Hi, Jacky."
Oliver turned and was astonished to see Francesca's friend in the
doorway. "Jacky is one of our volunteers. She does a lot of the mailing
list work. I thought you could work together on this. Jacky, this is
Oliver Prescott."
Jacky stepped forward. "Jacky Chapelle," she said. She had strong
cheekbones and dark blonde hair, cut short and swept back. Her eyes
were hazel colored. She had a winged messenger look that lightened her
direct, almost blunt, expression and her powerful shoulders.
"Uh, hi." Oliver shook her hand. "Did you find any pasta sauce?"
"Eventually."
"Oh," Jennifer said. "You know each other."
"Not exactly," he said. Jennifer looked at him closely. _Hell is being
in one room with two women_, Owl said. Oliver cleared his throat.
"Where's the computer?"
"Just down the hall." Jennifer led them to another room. "Let me know
if you need anything."
"Well," Oliver said as they were left alone.
"You don't look like a programmer," Jacky said.
"Thank you."
She showed him a box of file cards--the mailing list.
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