Uziclicker

They talked under the lemon wallpaper house’s eaves for an hour. The woman’s name was Saffron, and she taught evening classes in botanical illustration. She laughed at the idea of Uziclicker and told Miri about a student who had recently moved back to town dragging a suitcase and a dog. "He keeps misplacing his keys," she said, and then shrugged, "He could use a map."