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Chapter 46 - Back to School and Off Again

Tamara’s resort vacation was about to end; the coming weekend would be their group’s last and the whole family would be closing up the cabins that Sunday. And no further “exciting” encounters occurred involving unauthorized photographers, drones, or any other unusual event. Peter had assured her that problems like those were rare and to have two in the space of a week was unprecedented.

During Tamara’s final week, most of the resort’s volleyball team members were present and they spent the mornings practicing. Tamara and Barbara joined them for many practice sessions. The team captains told them that if they joined the team, then the resort would be able to field a women’s “B” team for the Superbowl, instead of a coed “C/novice” team, plus a men’s “B” team. With Barbara and Tamara playing, there would be eight women; of the six women currently on their team, only one had superior offensive skills and adding the two friends would produce a competitive team.

The girls spent several days learning the team’s offense and rotations and between the team members and resort guests, there were enough good volleyball players available to organize a few games. Tamara was extremely strong at the net as either a middle blocker or opposite hitter, and Barbara was a good all-around player, having good serving and defense skills, and was a strong outside hitter. Again, Tamara and Barbara told the team members that they couldn’t commit until they could arrange their college schedule to allow them to go. They all exchanged their contact information.

On their last Friday, Ron gave Peter and Tamara an update about Sommers’ arrest. One of the resort’s members, Nancy Givins, was an attorney and had represented the resort in the past, usually pro bono. Givins normally worked as a corporate tax lawyer but Ron had asked her if she could represent the resort’s interests in their complaint. They decided that they would see if they could persuade the prosecutor to offer Sommers a reduced charge if he gave up his drone and compensated the resort for lost business.

It was a sad farewell on Sunday for all the cousins; Tamara had gotten close to a number of them and they all promised to stay in touch with a weekly video chat. After the cabins were packed up and cleaned, they were closed up. Family members would still be coming out to the resort as long as the weather permitted, but it would only be for weekend stays, and they would mostly use the main house. Then it was back to the real world for Tamara and her friends.

Baltimore, Maryland: end of August

Late Sunday afternoon, Tamara was back at her apartment; classes would begin in two days and she had just spent a busy time putting everything from her vacation away. She picked up her postal mail, looking for anything from the university about any schedule updates, to see if going to the Superbowl could be arranged. Even though much of the scheduling was now done on line, the courses that she was enrolled in were so specialized and had so few students, that most of them were arranged the old way, manually. For Tamara to be able to go to the event, first, Barbara would have to be available to drive because Tamara didn’t intend to go without her. If Barbara wasn’t able to drive, then the only other option would be for them to take a flight to Pittsburgh and get a car service from there. Tamara had nixed that idea in her thoughts.

Tamara checked her class schedule and reconfirmed that her class schedule had not changed. The issue was one of her classes: a two-hour special topics class in applied quantum electrical engineering principles which, in prior years, was held on Tuesday afternoons, but for this fall, it had been moved to Thursday afternoons. The Thursday after Labor Day would be its second meeting. Peter was also enrolled in that class. She couldn’t miss that class. After reviewing the rest of her fall schedule, she called Peter.

“Hey, you available? And is Barbara there?”

“We’re here. Barbara’s emailing her advisor to get an appointment. She wants to add a research topic to her schedule. You wanna come up here? Is it about the volleyball event?”

“Yep. That Thursday’s gonna be a problem. I’ll be up in a few minutes.”

She got to Peter’s apartment and he let her in.

“So what’s the deal, sweetie?” he asked.

“Did you look at the quantum engineering class schedule?” she asked.

“On Tuesday afternoons?” Peter said.

“No, this fall they switched it to Thursdays,” she said, giving him a sharp look. “Didn’t you check your schedule at all?”

Peter shrugged his shoulders sheepishly. “It’s always been on...”

“...except when it’s not. You’re so careful with your work, Peter, but this other stuff? Jeez. Anyway, the Thursday after Labor Day will be the second class meeting and there are only twelve sessions in that course.”

“Oh yeah. I know, it’s intensive. We can’t afford to miss a class. So we can’t leave Thursday.”

“Right, and we need to talk to Barbara about her driving there too. I’m almost ready to can the whole idea—just when we’re getting back into school, we’ll be off again. She wants to add a research topic?”

“Yeah. She has a bug about that Avery Program thing; it fits into what she wants to do in psych, and she already has some subjects—those who were in it and those who will be going into it—the cousins and our friends’ cousins. And that gives her an easier access to the teachers who are running it. That’s what she thinks. Anyway, I’m assuming you can miss classes on Friday?”

“I hate to do it, ‘cause Fridays I’m at the APL. It’s a research day. But right now, Emma’s got me working on the math that supports my circuit design, so I can do that anywhere, except when I need to run a simulation. No way can a laptop handle those calcs. Oh, I think I hear Barbara finishing up. You’re okay on Friday too, right?”

“Yeah. So’s Barbara. I think she’ll like going on Friday better, come to think about it.”

“What about going on Friday?” Barbara asked as she came out of her room.

Tamara told her about the Thursday class.

“Ah, okay then. Peter’s right, actually leaving Friday works lots better for me and it means that Terence can come too. He’s got something on Thursday that he says he can’t afford to miss. So the trip there is about 300 miles, about five hours’ drive. I looked it up; it’s interstate most of the way.”

Tamara pulled out her phone. “Let me see what we’ll miss at the Superbowl by not getting there on Thursday afternoon.”

She looked at the Superbowl schedule.

“Actually we don’t miss much, Barbara. A dance on Thursday night, and a v-ball clinic and practice sessions on Friday morning. There’s a pool party mid-day. The opening ceremony isn’t until after dinner.”

“I spoke to Robin when we got in just before,” Barbara said. “She confirmed that she and her husband have room for one more couple in their RV. They’re getting there on Tuesday. She wants to play in their Threes Tournament. And she told me that Anne’s camper is a bunkhouse type and she can take one more couple. They’re gonna get there Tuesday also. Everyone else is coming Wednesday.”

“What about meals? When they were pushing us to come, we didn’t think to ask about the details,” Tamara said. “Does the place have a restaurant?”

“No, Robin said they have a snack bar and do breakfasts there and have a limited dinner menu. They also have a huge cookout for the lunches. When I told her we could come, after she stopped squealing, she said she’d let me know about how their group handled dinners. They like to do group dinners with everyone contributing dishes. They all stay together in one area—our resort team’s been going there for so many years, that they have a reserved area that they park all their rigs in.”

“Okay, so next thing. What do we bring? Besides food. Do we need to bring our own bedding?” Tamara asked.

“Hmm. Good point. Probably not, but I’ll ask. She did tell me that we needed warm clothes—even though we play nude, it can get chilly there. So sweat clothes and warmups are what people wear when it’s chilly, like in the nights. Some years it’s hot, though, she said. Next, bring drinks. They do sell bottled water but it’s not cheap. She also advised using the thicker types of elbow and knee guards. Lots of gals wear visors; the sun can be bright on the courts. Sunglasses, sweatbands. Oh yeah. Folding chairs for when we’re not playing and in the evenings at the campsite, and lots of towels.”

“Lot of stuff to remember,” Tamara remarked.

“There is. Oh, right, there are dances on Friday and Saturday nights too. I’ll find out more.”

“So when should we plan to leave?” Peter asked. “Lunch and dinner on the road?”

“Maybe,” Barbara answered. “Let’s think about it. Should we aim to arrive around 6 to 7 p.m.?”

“Sure,” Tamara said as Peter nodded. “Hey, dinner? You guys just treated me to three weeks of fun. Let’s go eat out, my treat.”

The others agreed, so they closed up and left.

“Peter, Barbara, do you feel weird like I do?” Tamara asked as they walked to the restaurant they had chosen. “It feels so strange wearing clothes and even stranger seeing everyone dressed.”

Barbara laughed. “Yeah, I used to feel that way but now, not as much.”

Peter agreed with her. “Maybe it’s because we’re so used to living in those two different worlds. We switch mental gears more easily now.”

After dinner they returned to their apartments. Peter stopped outside her apartment to say goodnight.

“I’m gonna miss sleeping with you, sweetheart,” Tamara told him after they kissed. “That was so nice. Especially the other stuff we did in bed.”

“Me too. But I agree with what we decided; to concentrate on school and keep the romance for the weekends.”

~~~~

The next day, Monday, Tamara went to Emma’s office early. In the few emails they had exchanged, Emma had assured her that little was happening in the APL or in Cambridge; all the essential people were on holiday. But Tamara was eager to put together her fall research schedule.

She greeted Emma and they briefly described their vacations.

“I found that I love social nudism, Emma,” Tamara said. “Thanks so much for helping me get into it.”

“I’m delighted to hear that, my dear. Did you make many new friends? I certainly did when I began going to Andrew’s resort.”

“Many. Especially a lot in Peter’s family. What an incredible bunch of cousins he has; we all kinda bonded.”

Emma smiled. “That’s ace. It’s one thing about nudism, friendships seem to be more intense. Perhaps it’s because most social barriers are gone,” she mused.

“Oh, and I learned that I’m a really good volleyball player,” Tamara continued. “Barbara and I were recruited—actually arm-twisted—to go to that nude Superbowl thing in ten days. I’ll need to miss that Friday, but I’ve already started on finishing up the calcs that we scheduled to have completed by then.”

“Brilliant; I know about that Superbowl event. My resort sometimes puts together a team to go. Someone told me that its origin—that happened more than sixty years ago—was that it grew out of a volleyball league of three clubs and one of them was my own club. Their interclub competition gave the original organizers the idea to make it much bigger and open it to all who wanted to play, whether or not they were in a club.”

“Oh, that’s pretty cool,” Tamara said. “Anyway, it appears that our going is almost set. We’d leave before noon a week from Friday and be back Sunday evening.”

“I hope you’ll do well, then. And do try to visit my own club this autumn; perhaps you can get into some of the games they run on weekends.”

“Now that’s a thought. Maybe our two clubs could do our own league. We’re not far from each other,” Tamara said thoughtfully.

“Now then, let me tell you some news,” Emma said. “Not big, big news, but even so, it’s a nice step, innit. I heard on Friday that the long-term experiment on the scaled-up energy-storage system that uses your accumulator design was successful; over the 30-day quiescent period, the self-discharge rate was less than 0.01 percent; a comparable lithium-ion battery’s rate is 1.5 to 2 percent per month. But when they included the external self-charging circuit that you developed, the self-discharge rate went negative; there was a greater amount of energy at the end than at the beginning. You’ve got a lot of happy people over there, Tamara.”

“Wow, that’s so good to hear. What about the month’s cycle degradation test—the repeated charging cycles?” she asked.

“More good news; the best life cycle numbers from lithium batteries used for power storage is about 2,000 to 3,000 charging cycles before the storage capacity is reduced to 80 percent. The accumulator-based battery has now gone over 10,230 cycles and its storage capacity seems unaffected. There also appears to be negligible energy loss between charge and discharge. We want to improve battery efficiency; that’s the ratio of the useful energy available that can be supplied by the battery to the total amount of energy put into the system. The best ratio achieved is, once again, the lithium-ion battery and it’s 88 percent. The accumulator storage system has almost a perfect ratio—99.6 percent. Tamara, this accumulator you invented is revolutionizing energy storage.”

“I need to tell you something about that,” Tamara said. “When I was at the resort, there was a drone flying around and the resort owners couldn’t locate the owner. I knew I could bring it down with a device I made in a private side project I’ve been working on.”

“Uh oh. Do I want to hear this?”

“Ha. Maybe not. But the police detective they called in gave me the okay. I used all my own money for building the device and did the work on my own too. Except for one of the accumulators I had built for the battery project; it had a major flaw and we rejected it. I didn’t ditch it; I had an idea.”

“Oi. Oh shit,” Emma moaned. “Now I know I don’t want to hear this.”

“You really do want to, Emma,” Tamara smirked. “The flaw turned out to be in the layout of the circuit that prevents too fast of a discharge. It had a spot where the tracings came too close and the interference between the tracings in that particular accumulator didn’t let it discharge properly. I fixed that problem in all the other accumulators, but I kept the flawed one because a section of that circuit was damaged. So I replaced that circuit with one where I could vary the output and to test it, I thought of my very first project, an EMP device I made to zap RFID chips. Long story, but the short version is that I have a new toy for Dr Tarmson. My point in telling you this is that this accumulator—and all the others—appear to be able to deliver a huge amount of power very quickly. And the little modification I made allows the device it powers to be able to generate a rapid burst of strong EMPs. The thing can fry electronics within about 100 to 200 feet, even more, using what basically looks like a ‘C’-cell battery as a power source.”

“You never cease to astound me, don’t you,” Emma sighed. “I’m sure you know how dangerous a device like that can be.”

“Oh, sure.” Tamara laughed. “You’d laugh if you could see my apartment. I bought a roll of copper screen—400 bucks’ worth—and built me a Faraday cage in my living room. It’s only a three-foot cube, but it’s not the most decorative item in the room.”

Emma laughed. “I’m totally speechless for any response to that. So you’re turning that EMP thing over to DARPA?”

“Absolutely. I’m sure if I tried to patent the idea—it’s patentable, since the pulse generator itself is a new development—I’m certain that the military wouldn’t let the idea go public.”

Emma just shook her head.

“Well then. Let’s get back to matters at hand,” Emma said. “I have your master’s committee meeting set for three weeks from today at 1:30 p.m. Your schedule was open then. The articles that we returned after answering the reviewers’ comments were accepted and they’ll be published in the October issue. And you’ve been given clearance to use the MRI at the APL to test your new external coil designs...”

She had to stop because Tamara was fairly bouncing in her chair.

“Ha, ha. My goodness, Tamara. Such enthusiasm, I’m sure. Remember that I need your calcs for the RF field strengths your pulsing system will be using. You’ve already done the overall fields, haven’t you. I recall that you confirmed the calculated fields with your experimental results; that’s when you discovered that magnetic field strength anomaly, innit?”

Tamara chuckled wryly. “Yep, and I hope that pursuing that won’t affect my other MRI work.”

“No, it shouldn’t, unless you discover something more important, like a unified field theory, the next time you get a bright idea.”

They both laughed.

“So by the Monday, in two weeks, have the work on those calcs for coil positioning for field strength uniformity done. Then we’ll be ready for the lab work. After you build the external coil assembly, have you given any thought to research subjects? We’ll need to apply for university human subjects approval from the committee.”

“Yeah, I volunteer,” Tamara laughed. “I did mention this to Barbara, she’s in psych, and they know in that department how to get volunteer subjects. The department gives credit for study participation. She gave me the department’s instructions on setting up a research study to use psych students.”

“Yes, your research proposal did cover that, I recall. You also mentioned that you’d need to recruit a radiologist to look at the scans. How’s that going?”

“Yeah, I asked my Miami med school mentor, Dr Beauford, for suggestions. He said he knows some people at the Hopkins med school and will let me know. Also, the chief radiology resident at Miami is a Hopkins med school graduate. In my timetable, that won’t come until December, maybe later, depending on how well I can tune the coil and get a decent signal-to-noise ratio. The quantum effects I’ve been seeing from my calcs are gonna make me have to design better filter circuits.”

Soon Tamara and Emma were finished with their planning and Tamara left. When she checked her email, she found a message from the EE journal editor informing her that pending her response to the reviewers—they had minor points of clarification, her articles would be accepted. She sent a message to Dr McIntyre giving him the good news and thanking him for his help.

~~~~

The Gibsons, Peter’s and Barbara’s uncle and aunt, had invited them, and their parents and partners, for a barbeque at their Frederick home on the Sunday of Labor Day weekend. After a busy week at school, Tamara found that she was looking forward to the break.

I must be getting soft, she thought. I’ve gone months with no breaks; maybe my body’s giving me a message.

She had a good time during the visit. Janice was home from college—Maryland—and had brought her boyfriend. And she got to meet Werner and Greta Winsberg, Peter’s paternal grandparents; they were back from a European trip. Greta was a tall, Nordic-featured woman with a ready smile and a wicked sense of humor, but Tamara sensed a spirituality—a deep peace and sense of modesty in her—just like Peter. And there was something else about her, something she couldn't place. Tamara decided that she needed a private talk with Greta. And Werner was a true template for Barbara; he was an active, outspoken, take-charge person with a deep sensitivity for the people around him.

Tamara was most amused, though, by Mike. The Martins were also there—Theresa’s family; her dad worked in the lab on the Army post where Mike’s dad worked. Mike was virtually glued to Theresa’s side whenever Tamara looked at them. After being introduced to everyone, Tamara sought out Mike.

“Hey, buddy,” she greeted him with a hug; then she hugged Theresa. “Theresa, how’re things at the new school? Mike get you all set?”

“Oh, sure, Tamara,” Theresa grinned. “He’s really helped me figuring out the social crap. I always hated starting a new school when Dad was reassigned. This was the best new school experience yet.”

Mike was beaming.

“He also took Toby under his wing,” Theresa went on. “With an upperclassman as a friend, Toby got instant acceptance and already has a ton of friends.”

“And what about you?” Tamara asked. “Any girlfriends?” she chuckled. “Female social support is important too.”

“Oh yeah, it sure is—hang on.” She turned to Mike. “Hey, honey, give me a minute with Tamara, okay? Girl stuff.”

They moved aside a little ways and Theresa whispered, “It’s really funny; yeah, I found several girls I like. They told me that last year Mike was a social outcast, and I can’t see that at all. He’s got a bunch of guy friends and I’ve seen girls stopping him to talk a lot, too. He says something and they look at me, say something, and walk off. Mike told me that they were asking whether he was taken.”

“So you guys are considered steadies now,” Tamara said.

“Oh, we are. He’s fun to be with and we like the same things too. I really hope it lasts, but I have the feeling it will. I’m so happy I met you last month!”

They hugged again and she went back to Mike. Tamara actually got Mike alone a little while later.

“Theresa told me you’re going steady,” Tamara said. “So I guess that things are good.”

“Really are. Thanks so much for getting us together—you boosted my confidence so, so much, Tamara. Last year, I’d ask a girl for a date and get nowhere. I’ve been back in school a week and already I’ve had girls asking me why I haven’t asked them out. I tell them that I have a girlfriend.”

“Feels good, being popular.”

“Does it ever. And Theresa is so cool and she’s got a number of friends already.”

Tamara smiled at him. “It’s always nice to hear good things like that. Take good care of her now, I have the sense that she’s gonna be someone special, okay?”

They hugged and then Barbara came over to get Tamara; Werner wanted to speak to her.

“Hi again, Tamara,” he said. “So I’ve been hearing about the impact you’ve been having on my grandkids—hell, my whole family—and the resort too.”

“Good things, I hope,” Tamara said, smiling.

“Absolutely. I’ve never seen Peter so happy. And when he’s happy, so is Barbara. I heard about what you’ve done for Mike. And I also heard from Ron at the resort how you handled the drone incident. That guy agreed to compensate the resort and give up the drone if they dropped the complaint. Otherwise he’d face a fine and jail time.”

“That’s excellent. I’m glad it worked out. Peter helped with that too,” Tamara said.

“It seems you two make a good team in many ways,” Werner told her. “I, too, can feel your soothing presence; felt it when we first met.”

Spirits! Tamara thought. Yes, I can feel in him the same empathetic sense that I get from Peter. The sense must have skipped his father.

“Well, sir, Peter’s told me about his experiences growing up and the problems he had in high school. His ability to recover from that shows how strong he is, but it also told me that the support he got from his whole family was a key to helping him too. I spoke to the cousins and can see how much they all care for one another.”

Werner looked at her searchingly and she looked back at him, faintly amused.

“Are you trying to ‘read’ me?” Tamara asked with a chuckle, making a finger-quote gesture. “Like you, I can read people’s emotions, but I can also blank my own if I want. I’ve started to teach Peter how to ramp down his own ability so he can have better control over it. He’s gotten a good start at doing that and I have an idea how he managed that.”

Werner shook his head. “You’re right; I tried to sense your feelings. People give off unconscious signals—lots of times it’s body language but other times, it’s something I can sense differently. My mother could do that. I know that Barbara can do it too. But just now, it was like you weren’t there; I could see you but couldn’t sense you. How...”

“I don’t know how it works; I just know I can do it. And other stuff too. A part of my research work at Hopkins is to learn how it works in myself and in other people too. I’ve met a few people who can do some of what I can, so your own abilities aren’t unique.”

“What other stuff...” Werner began but then Greta came over and interrupted.

“You’re needed to help with the grilling, dear. And I want a chance to talk to this darling girl myself.”

Tamara laughed. “Less chance for him to get into trouble out there, right?”

They both laughed.

“You got me there, Tamara. Nice talk; we need to talk some more too,” Werner said as he left.

“I saw him giving you his ‘stare,’ Tamara,” Greta told her, emphasizing “stare.” “You never flinched; that’s rare...”

Tamara started to say something.

“... no, wait. He’s a really gentle person but fiercely protective of the family and has the unfortunate ability to be overbearing, so I must apologize for his behavior...”

“Now I must interrupt, Greta. He was nothing of the sort—certainly not rude or overbearing. He’s like a teddybear, isn’t he? I found him to be warm and caring—very empathetic—and when he tried, um, pushing at me, I thought it was cute how he battled his conscience not to do it with me.”

Now Greta looked at Tamara as her expression went from perplexed to understanding.

“I heard about you from Peter and Barbara and thought they were embellishing your abilities. From what you said about Werner, you must have looked into his soul. You described him very well.”

“I sense something about you too, Greta. Your emotional presence seems to consist of several entities. Your surface presence is light-hearted and open, but you have a depth in your emotions of an iron will and a fierce fighter. You are more to be reckoned with than Werner, actually.”

Greta gasped. “It’s true then... what I initially felt from you when we shook hands. I sensed presences in you or around you... many presences. Guardians, if you will. Very similar to the ones that I sense accompany me. Oh my lord, this is incredible; there are so few of us...”

“Let’s sit down,” Tamara suggested. “We have a lot to share. I do indeed seem to be blessed with guardians; they guide me, advise me, and warn me about things I need to know. Much of that happens unconsciously and I’m only aware of it later. I’m Haitian and what I think you sensed is our spirits; we call them lwa. These spirits can be either benevolent or maleficent and appear to be attracted to humans who bear some of their attributes or characteristics. They may appear to be guardians for some of us Haitians, who regard them in the same way as Christians think of a guardian saint. The lwa only seem to appear to worshipers during religious ceremonies but it appears that somehow I am a focus for their... presence? That’s not a good term; they’re not ‘present’ in the sense of anything in the physical world. But whatever their manifestation is, if I need a response, it’s there.”

“This is so amazing,” Greta said. “Your entities are called lwa. In my culture, Nordic, we speak of the dísir, those are the spirits that act in conjunction with Fate, and they also can be either benevolent or antagonistic toward humans. They are known to act as protective spirits for our extended families—which used to be the clans. I sense in myself the influence of such a spirit, or maybe two, a dís, or possibly a fylgjur, another term for a spirit which supposedly acts as a guardian for people. Our culture has a rich mythology and it’s populated by a large variety of vættir, the supernatural beings, but for me, my own experience is that the dísir are real.”

“We have much in common, then,” Tamara said. “Many different cultures have common experiences and what we view as different entities may truly be different manifestations of the same thing. Something I noticed when we met: Peter seems to be a male version of you—the same depths of feeling, a deeply caring personality, and a mean sense of humor. Do you think he might have a... um... hitchhiker... in his head?”

They both laughed.

“I really don’t know,” Greta said. “His emotional development was so damaged by his high school experience that he shuttered himself emotionally for so long, and those are the years when that kind of sensitivity normally develops.”

Tamara nodded. “I know; it was that way for me too, and even though my mom was great at guiding me, that was a scary time in some ways. I asked you about Peter because he had an interesting experience back at the resort in August. One of the lwa came to him and he was aware of it and also of her message. I saw it happen too. That was unique in my mom’s experience; she’s a priestess and her mom was before her. To her knowledge, that’s never happened—at least, in the last fifty years that she and her mom knew about, anyway.”

“Goodness, I don’t know what to say. To answer your question, though: yes, I do believe that Peter is like me in a lot of ways. Just like Barbara is much like Werner. Particularly her protective streak. Don’t ever hurt her Peter! And those were very insightful comments about our emotional characteristics, my dear. Now, what I really wanted to talk to you about was what a change you’ve made in Peter. Since meeting you, he’s been a different person. And about the others in the family you’ve helped, too.”

Greta went on to tell Tamara mostly the same things that Werner had told her earlier, and Tamara told her a number of amusing stories about all of her grandkids from her time with them in the resort. After their talk, the two were fast friends and they planned to get some quiet time together to discuss their different cultures’ ideas of the spirit world.

Then it was mealtime and soon the time to leave for home came. Peter and Barbara grilled her about her conversations with their grandparents, but she didn’t give them much detail.

And on the trip home, one thought kept coming up: I sure missed an awful lot about not having grandparents. The Winsbergs are fantastic; I wonder what the Richardsons are like.

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