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Don't Tell Mum It's a Cure
Rosa came in with her phone already lit. A headline on the screen said gene editing would end inherited illness, and she had not even taken her coat off. Their mother was waiting for a message. Luis wanted one thing before Rosa typed it. She had to stop telling the family that he was curing people.
"Read it," she said, and held the screen up. "This is what you do. So can you help cousin Mateo?"
Luis put a printed photo on the table, between the phone and the fruit bowl. It showed a round dish with pale jelly dried at the edges. He had printed it at the lab because he knew she would ask, and he was not bringing the real dish home.
"That is what I did today," he said. "Bacteria.