42Tek occupied himself with one of Jake’s graphic novels. In his day they were called comic books even if the survival of galaxy was not resolved by the time the reader arrived at the back cover advertisements for hobby kits that sold for $1.98. He did not recognize the names of any of the novels’ characters, none of whom looked like a hero as he knew them. However, it was not the dark theme of literature that raised the hairs on the back of his neck.
“Hello, Tek.” Victoria’s eyes looked like stone. ”Aren’t you going to say something?”
Jake pushed his head into view. “Hi, Dad,” he said with an apologetic tone. “Mom said she wanted to say hello.”
“That’s all right.” Tek forced a smile. “I’m glad your mother and I finally have a chance to chat.” He moved his eyes from his son his wife.
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