|“Yes, Father-mine?” she asked, carefully respectful, when she reappeared at the door. Creae handed her a stack of handwritten notes. She looked at them, puzzled.
“You were telling me of a man who works to cure deafness?” he asked. Com’s face lit up.
“Yes. Such grand aspirations, for a mortal. His work will lead to countless breakthroughs in communication.”
Creae indicated the notes she held.
|“That is your solution this Cal’s meddling. Telegraph wires have proven too fragile to depend upon, especially with Cal about. This will be much faster, and with some work we can leave wires out of it altogether. Lead this Bell man carefully, and see where this takes you.”
“Alexander Bell,” she corrected automatically. This man’s work had become a small project of hers. Then she understood what she was holding. Notes to one of Creae’s own projects! She bowed deeply.