Glory Be

Chapter Twenty-Four

The church floors creaked in a tired mutter underneath Isaiah's step. He was quick and walking with intention. He pushed through the wooden double doors and stepped into the sanctuary.

"Father," Isaiah said the moment he laid eyes upon him. The morning light has seeped through the windows and cast shaped light onto the floor. It shaped his father in an angelic light.

"Yes, Isaiah?" His Father turned to look at him. His blond hair was swept nicely away from his forehead, which still lacked wrinkles.

"I," Isaiah gulped. He'd say no, he could tell he was going to say no, "I just wanted you to know I'm heading off to the printshop. Is there anything you need me to do before I leave?"

His Father gave a small smile, "No, I have nothing for you. Thank you for checking in Isaiah, have a nice day at work." He said before flicking his hand and turning away, "There's to be a hanging today; make it if you can."

"I'll keep that in mind, thank you," Isaiah gulped and rushed out of the room, and subsequently his home. He made his way to the print shop. Great, he couldn't even ask. What was he going to do now? The rushing thoughts clouded his mind. Within a few minutes he was standing on the printshop's entry way. The wood needed dusting. Isaiah focused on it a bit too long, and he shook his head to jog his mind.

Isaiah entered the front room. The smells of paper and ink filled the air, although a little damped by the morning air. He shrugged his coat off into his hands and removed his hat. With the turn of his gaze, Isaiah traversed his way to the closet, where he hung up his items on the hooks. Isaiah adjusted his sleeves to fall nicely around his wrists, as the creaked of steps approached.

"Oh, good morning, Isaiah," Peter said as he stepped out of his office, "I barely heard you come in. Is Sydney around yet?"

"I haven't seen him, sir," Isaiah replied.

"Probably still sleeping then," Peter sighed and walked past Isaiah, "Sydney!" Mr. Kowal yelled as he trekked up the stairs.

Isaiah smiled softly to himself and turned towards the front room. He took a walk around the room. As he both admired and took note of the books on the shelf. With a careful hand he fixed any literature which had fallen on its side, then read the title: The Journal of Natural Sciences and Physics. Isaiah's eyes glimmered but his heart ached.

"I'm going," Sydney's voice could be heard then. It groaned with the playful attitude it often had. Isaiah licked his bottom lip and placed his hand onto the spine of the book. He took it off the shelf and opened it, "I just barely slept last night."

"What?" Mr. Kowal asked, as the steps to the stairs creaked, "Was something bothering you?"

"Eh, I don't know," Sydney mumbled, "Hey Isa."

Isaiah turned to look at the stairs and smiled.

"Hi," He said shortly. Isaiah's hands hovered over the book, as he focused on Sydney approaching him.

"Whatcha looking at?" Sydney asked, stopping next to Isaiah's side. Their elbows were almost touching, Isaiah noticed it immediately.

"Uh, I don't know," Isaiah added nervously, "It's one of the science journals, physics or something. Do you know anything about that?"

"Oh yeah," Sydney nodded, "I know about it. This journal was about Maxwell's equations. It's this set of partial differential equations that describe the behavior of electromagnetic fields. Pretty important stuff."

"Uh," Isaiah furrowed his brow, "That's... Whew."

"I can explain if you want," Sydney tilted his head, making eye contact with Isaiah. It made Isaiah's face turn red with blush, "It's not that complicated, just big words."