“Thanks, but I should be able to catch the last bus. David may need a ride, though, unless he plans to spend the night in the lab again. Good evening, gentlemen.”
“She’s a little young to be your mother hen,” Kezatz teased as the door clicked closed.
“I think she’ll be a fine wife someday, if there’s a man in Chitoki smart enough to keep up with her. Well, Adam is expecting you. You know the way?”
Kezatz knew his way. He followed David down the hall as far as a little laboratory where a furnace for melting glass glowed. He proceeded to the end of the hall and up the stairs. This floor was mostly business offices, which were dark and silent at this time in the evening, except the one at the top of the stairs. This was the office of Adam Medama, president of the enterprise, which was selected more for proximity to the labs than for executive amenities.
“Come in, Chief.” Adam greeted his visitor with open arms. They embraced like family.
From appearance, they might have been family. Both had dark hair, though Kazatz’s was streaked with gray, brown eyes, faces that were still winter-pale in budding of spring. They were different enough in age to be father in son. Kezatz’s was the same age the senior Medama would have been; they had walked the same beat together as rooky cops.
“Have you heard from your mother?” Kezatz inquired.
“Yes, we exchange letters almost daily, but you know that. She tells me she gets letters from you, too, keeping her up on all the Chitoki gossip.”
“It’s not gossip. I’m just letting her know what is going on with old friends. She could come back and keep up with it herself. She’d be warmly welcomed home.”