Design Patterns: A Love Story
Posted by: K. Scott Allen,
on 22 Nov 2005 |
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Richard tilted his head to watch the waves push flotsam against the boat hull below. Up and down, the flotsam moved. Up and down.
Richard had an idea.
Virginia, my dear, he said to the blond woman beside him. Weve been singletons on this ship for a long time.
I know, Richard, she replied. My mean step-mother, the intercepting filter that she is, denies me time with others.
Richard paused for a moment, to contemplate strategy. Her father, with his pipes and filters, would return soon, and force...