Son of the Morning

"The checkbook’s in it," she said, blowing a strand of hair out of her eyes. She always paidKristian for his repair services, though he would gladly have done it for free just for the joy of fooling around with someone else’s computer.

His equipment was expensive, and his skill better than any she had seen at computer or software companies. He deserved to be paid. "Plus I’ll probably buy him a pizza."

"As much as that kid eats, he should weigh four hundred pounds," Bryant observed.

"He’s nineteen. Of course he eats a lot." "I don’t think I ever ate that much. What do you think, Ford? When we were in college, did we eat as much asKristian ?"

Ford gave him a disbelieving look. "You actually askingme, when you’re the guy who once ate thirteen pancakes and a pound of sausage for breakfast?"

"I did?" Bryant frowned. "I don’t remember that. And what about you? I’ve seen you down four Big Macs and four large fries at one sitting."

"Both of you ate as if you had tapeworms," Grace said, settling the discussion as she went down the steps. Ford closed the door behind her, his chuckle rich in her ears.

Thick, resilient grass cushioned her steps as she walked across their backyard, then angled her steps in a shortcut through theMurchisons ‘ overgrown lawn. They had taken a month’s vacation inSouth Carolina, and weren’t due to return until the end of the week. It was a shame; in seeking warm weather, and spring, they had missed it at home.

It had been an unusually warm April, and spring had exploded inMinneapolis . The grass was green and lush, the trees leafed out, flowers were in bloom. Even though the sun had set and only the last bits of twilight remained, the evening air was warm and fragrant. Grace inhaled with deep delight. She loved spring. Actually, she loved every season, for they all had their joys.

Kristianstood in theSiebers ‘ back door, waiting for her. "Hi," he said in cheerful greeting. He was always cheerful at the prospect of getting his hands on her laptop.

He hadn’t turned on a light. Grace entered through the dark laundry room, passing through the kitchen. AudraSieber ,Kristian’s mother, was sliding a tray of rolls into the oven. She looked up with a smile. "Hello, Grace. We’re having lamb chops tonight; would you like to join us?"

"Thanks, but I’ve just finished eating." She liked Audra, who was comfortably fifty, slightly overweight, and completely understanding of her son’s obsession with gigabytes and motherboards. Physically, Kristian was just like his father, Errol: tall, thin, with dark hair, myopic blue eyes, and a prominent Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.Kristian couldn’t have looked more like the prototypical computer nerd if he’d had the words stenciled on his forehead.

Remembering his appetite, Grace said, "Kris, this can wait until after you eat."

"I’ll fix a plate and carry it up," he said, taking the case from her arms and cradling it lovingly in his. "That’s okay with you, isn’t it, Mom?"

"Of course. Go on and have fun." Audra aimed her serene smile between the two of them, andKristian immediately loped out of the kitchen and up the stairs, carrying his prize to his electronics-laden lair.

Grace followed him at a slower pace, thinking as she climbed the stairs that she really needed to shed the twenty extra pounds she’d gained since she and Ford had married. The problem was, her work was so sedentary; a specialist and translator of old languages, she spent a lot of her time with a magnifying glass going over photos of old documents, and very occasionally the actual papers themselves, but for the most part they were too fragile to be handled. The rest of the time she was working on the computer, using a translation program that she andKristian had enhanced. It was difficult to burn many calories doing brain work.

Earlier that day she had been doing just that, trying to access the university’s library to download some information, but the computer hadn’t obeyed her commands. She wasn’t certain if it was a problem with the laptop itself, or with the modem. She had caughtKristian at home for lunch, and arranged for him to take a look at it when his classes were finished for the day.

The delay had almost driven her mad with frustration. She was fascinated by the batch of documents she’d been translating for her employer, the AmaranthinePotere Foundation, a huge archaeological and antiquities foundation. She loved her work anyway, but this was special, so special that she was almost afraid to believe her translations were correct. She felt almost… pulled, drawn into the documents in a way that had never happened before. The night before, Ford had asked her what the documents contained, and she had reluctantly told him a little about them-just the topic. Usually she talked freely with Ford about her work, but this time it was different. She felt so strongly about these strange old documents that it was difficult to put it into words, and so she had been rather casual about the whole thing, as if it wasn’t even particularly interesting.

Instead, it was … special, in ways she didn’t fully understand yet. She had translated less than a tenth of the whole, and already the possibilities were driving her half mad with anticipation, swirling just beyond comprehension, like a jigsaw puzzle with only the border assembled. In this case, though, she had no idea what the finished product would look like, only that she couldn’t stop until she knew.

She reached the top of the stairs and enteredKristian’s bedroom. It was a maze of electronic equipment and cords, with just enough room for his bed. He had four separate phone lines, one each to the one laptop and two desktop computers he owned, and another to a fax machine. Two printers shared the duty among the three computers. One of the desktops was on, with a chess game displayed on the monitor.Kristian glanced at it, grunted, and used the mouse to move a bishop. He studied the results for a moment, before clicking the mouse and turning back to the puzzle at hand. He pushed a stack of papers to one side and moved another onto the bed. "What’s it doing?" he asked as he opened the case and removed her laptop.