Analog Science Fiction and Fact - June 2013
Analog Science Fiction and Fact - June 2013
Analog Science Fiction and Fact - June 2013
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ANALOG<br />
through the hallway into the family room. Lola<br />
was sitting in her usual chair, a black leather<br />
recliner only slightly younger than Luna <strong>and</strong><br />
Ben. Drops of moisture decorated her brow,<br />
<strong>and</strong> her black curls were a little wilted from<br />
the humidity. She didn’t like artificial air or<br />
heat, so Lola’s house relied on insulated curtains<br />
to keep the heat out.<br />
Lola scooted out of her chair <strong>and</strong> squeezed<br />
Ben in a powerful hug like he was still a little<br />
one, <strong>and</strong> didn’t tower over her slight five-foot<br />
frame. She grabbed Luna’s h<strong>and</strong>s in both of<br />
hers <strong>and</strong> kissed her cheek. “Sit down, Gr<strong>and</strong>daughter.”<br />
I SEE LOLA.<br />
He didn’t smile as he gave Luna his strip,<br />
but her pleasure in seeing her gr<strong>and</strong>mother<br />
suddenly increased. Sometimes it was hard to<br />
separate Ben’s happiness from hers, but it was<br />
a positive emotion, so Luna couldn’t bring<br />
herself to care.<br />
“You’re right, that is Lola,” she said. She<br />
looked at Lola. “Ben’s loving you right now.”<br />
Lola signed “I love you” to him, then pointed<br />
to a large stack of magazines on the floor.<br />
“Pick up please, Ben.”<br />
He lifted the heavy stack, placing them on<br />
the table Lola patted. She immediately began<br />
shuffling through the magazines.<br />
“I saved a good one for you, Gr<strong>and</strong>son.” She<br />
squinted, then looked up at Luna, “Please.<br />
Open the light.”<br />
Luna flipped the light switch, <strong>and</strong> Lola offered<br />
Ben a travel magazine, “I got this one<br />
from that lady who always tries to get me to<br />
go vacation off-world. It has lots of new places<br />
in it.”<br />
Ben quickly grasped the magazine, but she<br />
held it fast, eyes on his face. After a moment,<br />
he flicked his eyes to hers, briefly. “Thank<br />
you.” His voice was barely audible.<br />
Lola smiled <strong>and</strong> relinquished her hold on<br />
the magazine. She squeezed his shoulder as he<br />
began flipping through the pages. Her wrinkled<br />
h<strong>and</strong>s were still strong, her grip steady<br />
<strong>and</strong> confident. After watching a few minutes,<br />
Luna walked into the kitchen <strong>and</strong> looked in<br />
the refrigeration unit. “I’ll make you some sinigang<br />
tonight.”<br />
“Okay, Gr<strong>and</strong>daughter.”<br />
Luna lost herself in the ritual of cutting vegetables<br />
for the soup. Her h<strong>and</strong>s remembered<br />
Lola’s lessons from her childhood—-a tradi-<br />
tional way to cut that gave a nod to both style<br />
<strong>and</strong> function. Her contentment mingled with<br />
Ben’s as she set water to boil on the stove <strong>and</strong><br />
listened with half an ear to the verbal part of<br />
the conversation behind her.<br />
“What do you see?”<br />
“I like the ocean too, Gr<strong>and</strong>son . . .”<br />
“You’re right. The sky is red in that picture.<br />
That’s Petra I . . .”<br />
Even though he didn’t speak, Ben was talking.<br />
The evidence of Ben’s communication<br />
still made her happy. When they were children,<br />
Ben had rejected the small electronic<br />
communication device Ben’s teachers had<br />
tried to get him to use. Even as a child, Luna<br />
knew that being unable to communicate was<br />
like a prison for Ben. She used the Net to research<br />
<strong>and</strong> found out what they had used back<br />
on old Earth, before palm-tablets had been developed.<br />
The paper symbols served the same<br />
function as a palm-tablet, but without the electronic<br />
sounds that Ben was unable to tolerate.<br />
The sky darkened to olive, then forest<br />
green. By the time they finished eating <strong>and</strong><br />
Luna had placed the leftovers in the refrigeration<br />
unit, the sky had deepened to a thick, velvety<br />
green that was almost black. “You be<br />
careful, gr<strong>and</strong>daughter. It’s late already. Go<br />
straight home.” She wasn’t about to argue;<br />
they had lingered over dinner longer than usual,<br />
<strong>and</strong> night had crept in while they talked.<br />
The idea of walking home in the dark made<br />
her vaguely uncomfortable, but the path was<br />
well lit, <strong>and</strong> she would have Ben with her. She<br />
was soothed by his company almost as much<br />
as he was by hers.<br />
“We will, Lola. See you tomorrow.” Luna<br />
kissed her cheek, <strong>and</strong> opened the door while<br />
Lola gave Ben another tight squeeze.<br />
Ben stared at something above <strong>and</strong> to the<br />
left of Lola’s head, but his too-soft voice made<br />
another appearance. “Bye.”<br />
Lola patted his h<strong>and</strong>, “Bye, bye Gr<strong>and</strong>son.”<br />
She signed a quick, “I love you,” before turning<br />
to settle into her chair. She used her palms<br />
to scoot herself all the way against the backrest,<br />
her feet dangling a good foot off the floor<br />
before she reached down to recline the chair.<br />
The door closed behind them, shutting<br />
away the soft light from Lola’s lamps. The lock<br />
engaged with a soft electric buzz, followed by<br />
the hiss of escaping air. Ben pressed his h<strong>and</strong>s<br />
over his ears. She pressed them down again.<br />
28 K. S. PATTERSON