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“The cool thing is that she invented it before the technology to create it was even available.” She stumbled slightly over the word technology. “She worked on it for five years before they had what they needed to do it.”
“That’s amazing.” I was always impressed when Wren got into a project at school. She loved researching, learning new things, and going to museums.
Wren pointed with her finger as if she’d just remembered something. “She said her biggest accomplishment was helping a woman who’d been blind for thirty years.”
“With her laser?”
“I think it was a different surgery. Something to do with your—” She pointed at her eye.
“Eye?” I guessed.
She shook her head and frowned. “It started with a C.”
“Cornea?”
She snapped her fingers. “That’s it. She grew up poor and did things to help people who didn’t have medical care.”
“Wow. That’s impressive.”
“You want to know the best part?” Wren asked, her voice filled with excitement.
“Absolutely. Give it to me.”
Wren grinned. “She’s a girl.”
“That is awesome.” It was good for her to see that women were successful in science, and I loved that she was so enthusiastic about the project. Her interest would come through during her presentation.
“I love learning about people,” Wren said as the waitress brought us our drinks—lemonade for Wren, and water with lemon for me.
Wren was turning into someone who was articulate and interested in learning new things. I loved getting to know this mature side of her. I was proud of her. “It sounds like you’re going to be just fine delivering your presentation.”
“How do you know?” Wren asked, uncertainty filtering through her tone.
“Did you just listen to yourself? You know everything about this woman, and you’re passionate about her life. That will come across in your presentation, and you’ll forget to be nervous.”
Wren bit her lower lip as she looked around at the other patrons in the restaurant and then back at me. “I hope so.”
I set my elbows on the table to consider her. “Are you allowed to look at your notes?”
Wren nodded. “Yeah, I made a poster with her picture and everything.”
“You can always read off that. You’re going to do great.”
Her shoulders lowered. “Thanks. Mom doesn’t talk to me like this.”
I didn’t want to get into how things were different, but I was curious. “How so?”
“She’s not scared about anything. She’d tell me to get over it.”
I barely refrained from wincing. Lola was overconfident, and it wasn’t necessarily a good thing. She thought she was invincible when she didn’t have the grades or career to back it up. I knew she’d gone through several jobs where she didn’t understand why she’d been fired. I almost wished Wren had some of her confidence, but then I remembered Wren was her own person. “I can’t wait to hear how it goes. We’ll have to go out next time I see you to celebrate.”
“Can we get ice cream?” Wren asked eagerly, her nerves forgotten.
“That’s the only way to celebrate.”
Wren smiled. “I wish I could see you tomorrow night.”
My stomach dipped at the reminder our time was limited. “You can call me, and we can talk about it then.”
