The only cool ones in the entire family were my mom’s brother, Larry, who had taught me to play chess when I was seven, and my cousin Vickie who was...just a bit younger than I was.Vickie and I found a quiet spot in the basement, sat on two folding chairs, and talked. She told me about her boyfriend, about how they could only see each other with parents in the same room or in some public place. My mom’s sister Sylvia was even stricter than my mom, which I found hard to believe.She said they had. He bought some airport food that was surprisingly not crappy, then boarded his second flight.Three hours later, in SvalbardTwo thirds of the way to a new life, John thought, as his second flight reached the gate. Though he was tired, he couldn't sleep with the excitement and anxiety flooding his body. He grabbed his bags, then lugged them over to his next plane, an old, beaten up Soviet helicopter that would take him to his final destination. He paid the captain as agreed, up front, two. Macalister Sinclair's his name. He's in uniform I think." Come in," she said calmly and led the boy through the house and to the kitchen, putting down her weapon on the way after easing off the hammer. They stepped onto the back porch, and Anne peeled the canvas from the body's head, looking away quickly from the staring eyes and startled rictus.The boy nodded and licked his lips, blinking at her. "That's him. What happened?" He came at me with a big, long sword; it's in the mud out front. ”He kissed Susan, threw on a jacket, and walked out the door, headed for his office. Once there he got out his laptop and his copy of the Master PC program. Spinning up the software he called up Susan’s image on the screen. Or he tried to. No matter how many times he typed in her name, the program refused to recognize her existence. It was like she was dead as far as the software was concerned.OK, so he couldn’t reprogram her with the software. He closed down the laptop locked up the CDROM.