April 5, 2010
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His deceased Aunt’s chief mourner, Ginny, Kathleen’s Ginny, had taken a fast train East in from the coast, having inherited her weather prescience from her father, savvy about just who would be waiting that morning for the fog to thin and lift., stranded because of a preconference conference up to Little Rock Ranch ending the day previous,they had slept at the Uinta Getaway, and even now knew that their pleasant rooms were being scrubbed, made up and sanitized. A group of them, as Ginny’s informant had predicted, had driven down to the airport, arriving just after Bruce had abruptly awakened.Bruce had a picture of Gunny’s daughter, his own biological His Aunt once removed? A parthenogenesis in Ginny’s petri dish which had been implanted implanted by her husband Ross, too old now to father a child during one of her conjugal visits at Leavenworth, at least between the sheets. Ross received a yearly conjugal furlough. Neither were young. They had opted for a visit in the unromantic Leavenworth lab, making their baby as best they could.
Both of Ginny’s children knew how they were conceived, they watched the process from high lab stools and had peered into his parents electron microscope–it simpler to explain than the mysteries of the marital bed. Kathy’s older brother, both son and biological father of his biological mother had watched the parthenogenesis from a high lab stool. Ginny had been studying Parthenogenesis in insects, this being the least controversial cloning techniques, the market brisk in well recommended clinics. Discretion and a gentility born of her Mama, always the one to know the proper thing to do at the proper time. They had done a straight cloning of Gunny’s father’s DNA when they had made their son Lad, but the two donor method reduced the considerable risk of genetic disease in a one donor cloning. Bruce remembered bursting in upon his parents during Street Street to tell them about something Gourmet the frog had done and finding them trying to make a baby. What they were doing was plain enough, but how could that make a baby?
His outraged dust bunnies, holding down the home front while Bruce did his Globetrotting. They still believed that the Stork had brought them this being the sobriquet of Bruce’s cousin Blaine, a medical bioengineer at the SLC genome project who ran a sort of genealogical service, studying the DNA of California cousins of irradiated Utah ones. It was kept a family secret, but yes, their mysterious Uncle Sam had had a ghostly hand in getting the Stork to bring them. Karina’s most unfortunate Arizona Strip cousins had seen much death, disability and deformities. At a certain point a caregiving mother or aunt or cousin from an irradiated genome would say, as had Karina, “Enough, the rest are coming from the Stork.
Uncle samuel was so like the stringy old man in the Army Recruitment commercials. He was the older of their Great Uncles and reigned as the Senior patriarch at the fourth and twenty forth, and the yearly reunion of his clan somewhere on home turf. Sometimes he’d even put on his Uncle Sam westcot and top hat.Brigham young had chosen his people and their homeland well–there was still room for expansion in the barren wastes the press portrayed as barren–their lovely green jewel of a Zion. Grandpa What’s His Name had apparently thought to clone himself before he croaked. A neighboring officer received frequent visits from the clone, young Catalan’s ten year old brother Lad. On the day of Kathy’s birth, the ancient fellow officer noticed that the place was swarming with FBI. He called Uncle Sam on a secured link.
Daddy Ross was allowed to cut the umbilicus, see that the baby’s passages were open and then they read Lad’s Daddy Ross his writes. Gunny and the baby had slipped out of the room. the agents swarmed over it, photo bulbs flashing, agents barking orders. Ladd said it was like on the X files, but as much as he wanted tackled’t stick around. His job, according to the contingency plan, was to get the baby out before it started to cry. He was their one chance. No body was looking for a small boy with a pet carrier.THE PROMISED WIND storm had taken itself well to the north of SLC, leaving Salt lake International in a clotted mass of white fuss which suited bruce’s fussy state of mind almost furry state of mind.
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The airport sleeping arrangement was, for Linda, a jewel of maudlin hypocrisy and tragedy. Bruce was welcome in his parents house, but as to…. the others, there were certain rules, conditions which Karina’s family needed to adhere to out of politeness. Eating crow, Karina’s’s father called Linda’s rules, referring to Jim, and the black from white segregation that was struck down in the mid 19th Century.
Bruce’s mother Linda sincerely felt she could “help” Karina if she could just get to “know” her. She emitted this tragi-comic subject whenever her polig son visited.
She booed and pouted with the regularity of a water clock “It an’t going to work Ma, it really, really an’t.” Sam would sing softly as though his voice were coming from offstage. The Brother thus used the Anders’ airport time share though Bruce’s mother was only 5 minutes away. Yea, it was for this purpose Carina’s father signed on to the plan initially. The avian patriarch insisted that it was not Bruce’s irrevocable fate to be plagued by a shrew. He could not stand by and see his son in law fall victim to an ungoverned tongue.
Carina’s Dad primarily used the 3/4 bed for conjugal time with Carina’s mother on quick fly fly-bys, thus avoiding the commute that cut deeply into their private time together. Bruce treasured his first wife, Karina, and his first surviving child, Celeste. It was after the death of their first child from Leukemia.That the Brethren made good on their threat to send them both on Bruce’s second mission to Egypt’s allowed them an ingress into a high dream,Mormon Rosicrucian Visitor’s Centera tourist draw next to a pyramidal Temple dwarfed by their Museum and Visitor’s Center–Sam knew of a few Airplane Graveyards so remote that only the nomads knew much about them. They were shrines to Death and so many–deaths of man, woman, child and beast.
