Dee Saves the ProgramChapter 12
It's Sunday night. Lance is presumably sleeping the sleep of a sated male in his own bed, while I'm in my bed, in the dark, rummaging through my memories, trying to see if there are any clues in my past that might help me chart my future. I'm adrift in a sea of fog compared to people I know well. My brother knew that he'd be a scientist from the time he'd taken apart his first alarm clock to find out what made it tick. Of course it was a very old alarm clock. I wonder what kids learn...