“Wolfram,” Dan mused, a far-off look in his eye. “I’ve heard of that from somewhere.” Amy was skeptical. “Are you sure you’re not thinking of Wolfgang?” “No, wolfram. Grace told me about it.” He rounded on his sister. “You’re not the only grandchild she told stuff to, you know.” Amy sighed. “All right, what did she say?” He looked stricken. “I was sort of tuning her out.” “That’s why she told most of it to me — because she knew you’d forget it all.”
