Where were you?” Grandpa’s grip matched the knot in his brow. “Looking.” Emily gestured toward the exhibits. “We’ve gone through three floors already. Mostly looking for you.” “Surgical procedures, blood vessels, eyes in jars.” “It’s time to go.” “Can we come back?” Emily quavered. Grandpa shrugged. “You’re already a scientist.”
The prayer beads and God’s perfect creation front and centered in my imagination. Of course, I had to put in some teenage angst and a little parental disapproval. One of my favorite subjects.
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