“Ah, bees. Fascinating creatures,” said Matthew.
Bee vectors converged on the southwest corner of the quadrangle. Could there be a hive nearby? Beck imagined he could hear the buzzing, and then he could hear it. A single worker picked her way through clover and arrived at a flower, hairy abdomen rubbing powdery pollen, bent black legs loaded with orange globs of nectar.
“You’re a beekeeper? But how wonderful!”
Professor Beauchemin was addressing Beck. Flexing all the willpower he could summon, he ripped his focus from the bee.
“Are you interested in the navigational capabilities of the honeybee, Beck? On a quantum level?”
Beck stared at Barbara Beauchemin for a long moment, astonished by her ability to climb inside his thoughts. The humming of the bees blended with sounds of traf
