A Rare Find. Tracy Kelleher

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СКАЧАТЬ Also known as Claudius Galenus and Galen of Pergamon. He was of Greek ancestry, but lived in Rome, and was an important philosopher, and physician, and, really, one of the most famous medical scientists in the classical period. Unfortunately, with the fall of the Roman Empire, his works were lost to the West until the Renaissance, when he was rediscovered and his works were translated from the Arabic versions into Latin. In fact, since the original texts were mostly lost to the West, sometimes these translations were actually translated back into Greek. But this one…” Her voice trailed off.

       “Is an original from the second century A.D.,” Penelope confirmed.

       Amara cupped her hands over her open mouth.

       Even Nick was too stunned to speak. Sure it was mind-boggling that they were looking at something written that long ago. But what was more startling was the bald demonstration of his daughter’s intellect and education. Not to mention Penelope’s complete command of arcane information and the assumption that everyone wanted to know about it.

       Which, come to think of it, he did. Nick shook his head. He wasn’t a total ignoramus, and he respected people with genuine intellectual curiosity. It’s just that he had never equated himself with the latter.

       And that’s when he found himself becoming mesmerized by that throbbing blue vein on the side of her forehead.

      * * *

      “HIS©CONTRIBUTIONS to anatomy and pharmacology are obvious—”

       “To some of us.” Press interrupted Penelope with a smile.

       Penelope frowned. “Press, are you making fun of me?”

       “Never…well…okay, but no more than normal.”

       Penelope smiled in an understated way. She was satisfied with his answer. Indeed, she was rather pleased that the two of them had this convivial relationship. It was…almost normal. “Yes…well…but in addition, in light of this manuscript, one can see that he made enormous contributions to pharmacology.”

       “Don’t forget his philosophical work,” Amara noted.

       “Of course, you’re right. His studies of logic are very important.” Penelope crossed her arms. “That’s very impressive for someone of your age.”

       “Or any age,” Georgie added.

       Penelope acknowledged his comment before addressing Amara again. “So you’re interested in the ancient languages and thought?”

       Nick found himself leaning forward, curious about the answer.

       Amara shrugged, appearing awkward as the center of attention. “I just took a bunch of courses in ancient Greek and Latin in school. But it’s not like it was a big deal. I mean, I’m one of those people who seem to have a thing for languages. Like some people can throw a curve ball, or be good with map directions, I’m good with languages.”

       “Amara, honey, that’s fantastic,” Georgie congratulated her. “There’s no need for modesty. And you speak other languages, too?”

       “Yeah, Spanish and French and Italian. But once you know one Romance language, it’s pretty easy to pick up another.”

       “You must learn German,” Penelope instructed. “I’m sure you’d find its logical construction fascinating, and then you’ll be able to enjoy all those great writers like Goethe and Thomas Mann.”

       “Oh, Death in Venice,” Amara practically cooed. “I loved that. I even cried. But of course, I only read it in translation. Hey, maybe I could take a German course this summer, although…”

       “Wow, I’m impressed. I thought I was doing well when I passed the language requirement for Grantham, and that was only French,” Press said.

       Penelope shifted her gaze to Nick. “You must be very proud of your daughter. Very few young people these days have an appreciation for the past, let alone such expertise.”

       “Proud? Stunned is more like it,” he admitted. “Makes me embarrassed that I didn’t know anything about this before now.”

       Penelope raised a critical eyebrow as she digested this information. Then she turned to Press. “As long as Amara appears to be interested in manuscripts, perhaps you’d like to show her around the library before you take over at the information desk.”

       “Sure, if you want,” Press agreed.

       Amara nodded eagerly and she inched closer to him as he headed for the door.

       “Where’s a camera and a cameraman when we could use one?” Georgie said to Nick. “They look very cute together, don’t you think?”

       “Way too cute,” Nick muttered.

      * * *

      NICK©LIFTED©HIS©HEAD and spoke up, “It will have to be a quick tour, Amara, because you’re coming with me when we’re finished here.”

       “Maybe I should just go back to the pool house, then.” Amara looked as though she was about to pout.

       “I know, I know, not the most exciting option, but it’ll give us a chance to catch up,” he offered. He held up his hand to get Press’s attention as he started to turn. “And, Press, did Mimi mention to you that we’ll be filming at Hoagie Palace this evening? I understand that you’re a real insider, and it would be great if you could join us.”

       Press bobbed a nod. “Yeah, I heard from Mimi. It will be great. Angie and Sal—they’re the owners—are amazing. I’m happy to do anything that’ll help them.” Press looked at Amara. “If you’ve never had hoagies from The Palace, you haven’t lived.”

       “On the other hand, perhaps you’ll live longer if you haven’t tried the saturated fat and cholesterol content,” Penelope observed.

       “Yeah, but you only live once,” Press replied.

       “Spoken like someone whose doctor has not mentioned that fateful word—Lipitor,” Nick added.

       “You gotta come,” Press urged Amara, seemingly oblivious to Nick’s caustic humor.

       Amara seemed torn. Nick could tell she wanted to hang out with lover-boy here. Yet the thought of spending any more time than necessary with her father was a complete downer.

       “You must go,” Penelope intervened, stepping between the two young people. “I believe someone with your intellectual interests would be a good influence on Press.” She leaned closer to Amara and whispered loudly, “He’s what I like to think of as a diamond in the rough.”

       Press rolled his eyes.

       “You see? He’s suitably embarrassed, so you have no choice but to go.”

       “Okay,” Amara conceded.

       “Good, now that’s settled.” She shooed them out the door. Then she looked back at Nick and Georgie. “I’ll be right with you. I want to make sure Press gives Amara a glimpse of the maps of the Holy Land and ancient Rome. They are sure to be of interest.”

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