Aiming to finish his article as quickly as possible, Clark typed at top
speed, his fingers flying over the computer keyboard so fast, they were a
blur. Looking up for a moment to consider a word choice, he noticed all the
other diners staring at him in amazement. He smiled, embarrassed. “Oops.
Got carried away. I should slow down.” He gestured toward the laptop
screen. “I’m sure this is full of typos.”
No one said anything. They went back to eating their food, ignoring the
weird speed-typist, figuring he must be nuts, banging out gibberish that
only he could understand.
Clark quickly proofread his article. It was not full of typos. In fact, there
wasn’t a single mistake.

Chapter 4