Chapter 44 You've Been Busy

• And those eyes… as she reached the small table by the window where he waited, and she stood opposite him, she noted that she had forgotten how clear his eyes were; how almost translucent. Once, during their relatively short association, she had observed that his irises, while grey, were flecked with gold and framed in a narrow band of navy. They had reminded her of stained-glass windows in churches, whose undefined shapes and bold colors told the most detailed of narratives.
• And the longer their gazes remained locked, the more she understood 'forgotten' wasn't the right word. After all, as Sam once said, files aren't deleted; they are pushed down the list when other files take precedence.
• Theodore and she hadn't spoken in a year. During that year, she had worked on those files that had to take precedence so that the entire system wouldn't crash again. She had rebuilt the database from the bottom up; through new social connections, discovered and rediscovered interests, and a decision on what to do with herself for the short-term, at least. For the good of all her other files, her file labeled 'Theodore Warren – Her brother' had to be pushed down the list.