Spaulding High School's internet problem wasn't a big deal. Their ethernet, which had been working since its installation, had suddenly stopped working.
In a place like Houston, this wouldn't be much of a problem. A single phone call and an expert would be on the way, but here in Kerrville, these experts were short at hand.
Considering the highly anticipated science exposition had just started today, Mirah had been in a bit of a pickle, and she had been quick to reach me.
"What is that?" a tall blonde woman asked, leaning forward on the table and staring at what I had in my hand.
The woman had the top buttons of her shirt undone, and her tongue occasionally snaked out of her mouth to go over her lips.
"An RJ45 connector."
"What does it mean?"
"What?"
"The RJ."
"Registered Jack."
Mike had taken me to the room that contained the school's ISP box and then returned to class to continue with his lesson.
