Another View of the World
They both slept in the next morning and had a late breakfast. Margaret fried bacon and stirred oatmeal as the coffee brewed. They said a prayer and ate without speaking. Margaret had time to examine Teddy's hair closely. It had been a week since they had visited the farm. If Don was right and it had been the Sun that had caused Teddy's hair to lighten, surely there had been time since then for it to fade. What was happening to her son?
Teddy was quiet, but his stillness belied a burning excitement about the museum visit. Would he see the same rocks that Tem's dad had hidden in the box? So far nothing he had learned about light being refracted through a crystal, or being reflected by the Moon or flowers, had explained to him why he had seen the flashing light
