Inside he found several notebooks and pens.
"The disks, dick."
And he found a large stack of diskettes, bound together by rubber bands.
"What is it?" he said.
Once more she turned her head on the pillow so that she was facing away from him. "What's it say on the label?"
"ISLE."
"You can read."
"Ivy," he started, but then held his tongue. She had every right to be treating him this way. But she was saying things he didn't want to hear her say. She was heavily drugged and needed rest. They could deal with all this in a few days. "Why don't we do all this later?"
"There is no 'later.' I don't want to see you again. Not for a long time, till I'm able to look at you without all this shit in me and coming out of me."
"Then what? What is this? What do you want me to do with it?"