She was logging on to AOL. Then she went to the search engine Google, which she had found to be the best.
"I want to check out that name you came up with. It rang a bell."
She typed in Methuselah, supposedly the guy who lived for nearly a thousand years.
There were pages and pages of references relating to that word. It started with a five‑thousand‑year‑old pine tree, then an article from Modern Maturity on how to extend life, then Caltech research on a longevity gene, then a rock band in Texas (undoubtedly very retro), a short story by Isaac Bashevis Singer, and so it went.
"What, exactly, are you looking for?" he asked, holding out a folk. "Here. Want a bite?"
She reached and tore off a fluffy corner. He did eggs perfectly.
"Thanks," she said, chewing. Now she was moving to the third page. "I think I'm looking for an organization. And Methuselah was in the name. At least . . . that's what I seem to remember. I'm definitely repressing a lot."
"Well, what about that one?" he asked, pointing.
The line read, the Methuselah Society.
"That's it," she declared. "Now I remember. That's the name he used. I swear. So it's real. I'm not crazy."