Sunday was a sunny, chilly October day. From the many white sails visible in formation on San Francisco Bay, it was evident that a regatta was taking place.

Once again opening and closing the twelve accordion folded pages of the artists book that Marian Penner Bancroft had made -- while at the same time he followed the progress of the waffle batter that Caydance was making -- Griff commented that there was a difference between photographs of mountains, lakes, and fields on turned pages and the panoramic scenes revealed by the enticing play of unfolding the pages. As if breakfast was a game plan, he knew precisely when to set the book back on the studio table, put Caydance's French butter and Vermont maple syrup on the table, and begin to cook the supermarket sausages of his childhood.

"Your brother called me", he said while they sat together eating breakfast. "Yes, I know you did not give him my number. No, it was not secret agent hacking. I'm in the Stanford phone book. What would you like to hear first: “the good news, the bad news, or the male bonding news?"

"The good news."

"The good news is that the agency lab made a key for the BOWAK, and they opened it. The bad news is what they found. Your brother will reveal this after the Raiders-Dolphins game."

"I have to wait until the after the Raiders Dolphins game?'

"That is the male bonding news."