|Charles Elwood (celwood) wrote in genome_project,|
@ 2011-05-26 23:56:00
|Entry tags:||may 2011|
Who: Charles and Bethany Elwood
What: Working from home
Where: Elwood house
When: Early evening
They said that DC was beautiful at this time of year. Of course, in order to confirm or deny such an observation, one would have to be at least quasi-interested in enjoying one's surroundings.
The week-long trip Charles had taken there, however, had not been for leisure. Since returning home the previous day, he had considered, rather briefly, recounting the business trip to his wife - but this was not the sort of conversation that he wanted to have when there were still important issues to wrap up. It was quite possible that neither of them would appreciate the discussion anyway, and though he had attempted a passable gesture of reconciliation before he'd left, he hadn't put any real faith in it lasting; that would have been foolhardy. As a matter of convenience, he hadn't tried again.
The quietness that had now seeped through the lower floor of the Elwood residence was the clearest indication that he was still focused on his work. Granted, he periodically had his moments of solitude and quiet: it wasn't unusual for him to enjoy the serenity of an evening by listening to Scarlatti's sublime notes playing in the background, often accompanied by the clink of a glass topped with Château Lafite. But there had decidedly been no sign of these proclivities during the last few hours.
Sitting at the desk in front of his laptop secluded away in the study room, not a word had been spoken, not a request made to the rest of the house. The impassive look in his eyes and the casual, almost languid movement of his hand over the keyboard somewhat belied the importance of what he was currently doing, namely, exchanging follow-up emails with several of the representatives he had met in DC. He was taking his time, words picked and artfully composed like a true diplomat whose hand never faltered. Deliberation when it came to such matters, after all, was always necessary.