A Novel Excerptby Carol Edgarian
Their first child was Theo, a sweet-faced kid who asked too many questions, but that just made him more like his mother, and more loved. They were living in Boston, in a small condo in Back Bay. Charlie was on the surgical faculty at Mass General, leading a push in robotics, and Lena was a senior producer for special projects at Boston’s PBS station, WGBH. They were happy, as singularly happy, as they would ever be.
It was the autumn of ’06, the Dow and the NASDAQ rising like twin kites on endless string. We’ll talk of this time, people in Silicon Valley said, and what they meant was technology, but what they really meant was money. In the newspapers and magazines there was no mention of poorer times. Such hope and promise had not existed in years.
All you needed was an idea.