There was a bit of a glitch with the scheduled post today, but I caught it in time. I’m still away, so I won’t be responding to comments for a few more days.
Part XII: Twenty Scientists
‘Bit of an understatement, that.’
I grin. We share the same sense of humour.
’So, are you my father or not?’
‘Does it matter?’
Does it? He’s either my father or my uncle – either way, the only family I have.
‘No, I don’t think it does.’
I ask him about the building he inhabits. It’s too big for one person, and too well equipped to have been a spur of the moment thing.
‘It’s a climate research station. There’s room for twenty scientists, equipment and provisions for years.’
‘Twenty scientists? Where is the rest, then?’
‘I’m the only one left.’