The Memory Painter

“… scientists at the top of our fields, striving to go over and above our imaginations. Medicor means ‘to cure’ in Latin and that remains our mission. Tonight we celebrate our drive to achieve it. Please enjoy.”

The speech was followed by strong applause. Bryan looked at Linz, disconcerted by the pride and love shining in her eyes. Tonight would not be the night to ask her about her father.

He also hadn’t failed to notice all the curious looks he was getting from her coworkers. Steve gave Bryan an appraising glare and leaned toward Linz. “I researched ‘unexplained phonetic cognizance,’” he shouted across the table. “I couldn’t find any cases.”

“Thanks, Steve.” Linz shot Bryan a rueful glance. “Steve, Neil, Maggie, this is Bryan, a friend.”

The jazz band began playing Louis Armstrong’s “What a Wonderful World.” Bryan saw Conrad signaling Linz, and she stood, looking apologetic. “I’ll be right back.”

She left Bryan alone to fend for himself. Steve was growing less cordial by the second. “How long have you guys been dating? Did you meet online?”

Maggie kicked Steve under the table and smiled at Bryan. “Sorry, he’s not used to social interaction.”

Neil joined the conversation, a chicken satay in each hand. “So what do you research, bro?”

“Research?” Bryan watched Conrad and Linz step out onto the dance floor.

Steve crossed his arms. “Yeah. What’s your specialty?”