In the Image of Grace Read Online Free PDF Page A

from?” He asked crossing his arms
around his torso.
    “About a mile and a half down the street.”
    He let out a little laugh and showed me what to do. I
didn’t know it was so simple. To my sisters and me the internet was
almost a new fangled invention. We had a computer, but all we had
was a word processing program. Before that day I had never been on
the internet. It was starting to dawn on me how sheltered we really
were. I was supposed to be looking for information on my mother,
but I knew absolutely nothing about her, so I figured maybe I would
start with our father. We lived with him and still yet knew nothing
about him. I wasn’t even too sure what he did. I knew it had to do
with science and research and that was about all I had, so in the
search box on the computer screen I typed in Dr. Reginald
Schlobohm. A whole list of stuff came up. I found the one that
linked to the university he worked at. He was under the research in
bio-engineering department. The Clark Institute for Bio-engineering
it was called. He was professor and lead researcher. He was also on
the committee for genetics and also involved with a place called
the Pearlson Research Center. I read on and it seemed pretty much
he was researching genetic modification. I did a search on what
genetic modification meant and it seemed he was in the business of
designer babies. His research made way for parental gene selectmen.
He made it possible, so people could hand pick what their babies
would be like. I was quite taken aback by what I found out. That
was what Elizabeth must have meant by saying he was a professor of
blasphemy. She must have somehow known.
    Besides that I didn’t find anything that seemed
relevant.
    I went back to the page with all the search results.
On the top of the computer screen it said pictures of Dr. Reginald
Schlobohm, so I clicked on what looked like a group photo of a
bunch of scientists because they all had on lab coats. I read
underneath the photo and it said 2005 bio-engineering research
conference, nothing very exciting. I scanned the picture and found
my father standing in front with a smug look on his face.
    I went back and looked at a couple other pictures and
found nothing very compelling. Then in the search box I typed in
photos of Dr. Reginald Schlobohm and the year Elizabeth was born. I
found one that was from a medical journal. It had all the
researchers from our father’s university. I found my father. Then I
found somebody I wasn’t expecting. It looked like a very young Mr.
Carl. I thought Mr. Carl was only twenty-five or something, boy was
I off. Perhaps I was wrong, but I needed that picture to show my
sisters. It wasn’t any proof of our mother, but it showed that lies
were being told.
    I got up and went to look for the shaggy haired kid.
I found him shelving books in the fiction K-L aisle. “Um, excuse
me,” I called to him once again.
    He looked up and smiled at me from underneath his
hair.
    “I need a picture from the computer,” I said thinking
I probably sounded very stupid. I was probably the only teenager
who couldn’t print a picture from the internet. He stopped what he
was doing and followed me. I sat in my seat and he bent over and
showed me what to do. “That too seems pretty simple,” I said
noticing how easy it was.
    “It is.” He peered at me through his lenses. “You
know, I’m just here to shelve the books.”
    “Oh,” I uttered thinking how I kept pestering
him.
    “It prints over there.” He pointed to the printer at
the other end of the row of computers.
    “Well, thank you for assisting me,” I replied
thinking I should be courteous since he did help me.
    “Are you from this decade?”
    “Excuse me?” It took me a second to realize what he
was referring to.
    “You’re too polite. It’s not normal.”
    “Really?” I was a little confused.
    “N seriously, you’ve never used the internet
before.”
    “I guess that does seem a little peculiar. Let’s just
say I