“This,” Charlotte gestured around herself, “is not a recording. It’s live. Just as live as you sitting in my kitchen… well, yours now; wearing a t-shirt with a… Move your arms. I can’t see properly.” Without thinking about it, Maggie moved her arms. “Thanks. With a Superman logo on.”
“Supergirl,” Maggie corrected without thinking about it.
“Fine, Supergirl logo then,” Charlotte said.
“Wait, what? How can you see that?”
“Duh.” Charlotte rolled her eyes. “Webcam.”
“I mean, this isn’t a video?”
“Finally it sinks in.” Charlotte sighed exasperatedly. “No. Like I said. This isn’t a video. It’s live. Well, sort of.”
“But they said you were, you know, dead?” Maggie’s head reeled and had trouble finding the right words.
“Yeah. And old too. Although I don’t look too bad for a seventy-year-old, do I?”
“How…”
“Look, it’s easier to show you. Bring the laptop downstairs to the basement.”