Welcome home once more!” the dark researcher says to the white researcher, a Cheshire feline grin twisting around his face.
The dark researcher is Errol Morrison, the most eminent clinical analyst in Jamaica. “Morrison Syndrome” is a type of diabetes that he connected to native shrub teas that a few Jamaicans devour in bountiful amounts. Morrison is so regarded on the island that once when he was getting an honor for his work, the specialist acquainting him messed with the crowd that when she voyaged abroad individuals who took in she was from Jamaica would welcome her with “Bounce Marley!”— except if it was a diabetes meeting, in which case they say, “Errol Morrison!”
Morrison is likewise the leader of the twelve-thousand-understudy University of Technology in Kingston, referred to locally as UTech. Furthermore at the present time, in late March 2011, he’s messing with the white researcher, Yana’s Pitsiladis, a scientist and corpulence master from the University of Glasgow who visits the island consistently and was as of late made an assistant recognized educator in Utah’s incipient games science program.
Presently the men’s right hands are fastened, and each has his left around the other man’s back. There is a sparkling love between them. They will unwind over supper this evening in Morrison’s breezy home, high on a slope, with the Kingston lights only pinpricks underneath.
In his reminder cushion for business related costs, Pitsiladis has a financial plan line for paying a witch specialist in Jamaica in his journey to get endorsement to gather DNA from the man’s local area. Obviously, there are not many specialists like him on the planet.
