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He heads up whole departments now, not just teams.”
    “Is that so. I guess he’s an important man, then.”
    “I guess. He still can’t tell me about a lot of his projects because of the military connection. It’s all very secretive, even when they’re only designing radios and stuff like that.”
    Dad hummed, and I knew what he was thinking. He was distrustful of the government, the military in particular, and held highly controversial views on America’s position as a global power. I knew he’d been brought up Republican and had supported the party for years, until recently when his attitude toward the Tea Party got more and more derisive. These days, he registered as an independent and considered himself completely moderate: he hated everyone equally.
    There wasn’t a lot I could tell him about Will’s work since I didn’t know much myself. Will would talk in the abstract about projects that had code names like Sunflower and Peacock and Grapefruit . Peacock had been a big deal. They’d made a lot of money on that one, and we’d taken a trip to the Caribbean on his bonus.
    “Come on,” Dad said. “Let’s get on with it.”
    There was plenty of work still to be done on cleaning the place up before I could start on the decorating part of it. My plan was to get the bedroom in good shape, and I could make do with a mess in other areas while we worked on them. Will and I needed a bedroom again. That was a priority.
    While my dad did some of the more detailed work in the kitchen and bathroom, I got on with the grunt work in the two bigger rooms. It was hard, sweaty work, and it actually felt quite cleansing to do something physical for once.
    For years, I’d worked in academia in one way or another. I had never seen myself as a particularly intelligent person, even when my career took me on a path to museum work and teaching. I had definitely never seen myself as a teacher.
    When my life felt settled again and my ribs had healed from the car accident, I’d started looking around for a new job. My master’s degree was in history, so the move to the Burke Museum of Natural History in Seattle felt like a good fit. I liked the energy there and the chance for me to expand my horizons, which was how I had come to teaching.
    I’d been thrown in the deep end with that side of my job when previously I had always been more focused on collections and exhibitions. It was a maternity-cover situation—it was always maternity cover in my job; they never managed to hire someone to take over—and we had a series of lectures and demonstrations pre-booked that were due to bring a lot of money into the museum. Since I’d worked on the exhibition, the chance to tell people about it naturally fell to me, rather than one of my colleagues.
    It had snowballed from there, and I’d taken some classes to help me pitch my talks to people of different ages. We got school kids a lot, all museums did, but the head curator wanted to reach out to different people in the community, and we actually got a lot of senior citizens coming in to learn new things.
    My boss was a great woman who’d let me expand on my teaching skills and explore where it could take me in terms of my career. It wasn’t a physically difficult job, even if I was running around a lot more instead of working behind my desk. Someone once said hard work was good for the soul, and I was starting to believe them.
    The time passed quickly as I danced along to the radio and cleared out the bedroom and plastered over the holes in the walls in a little under two days. It was fun to have a job to concentrate on, especially when I was working with my dad.
    He was a man of few words at the best of times. We didn’t have the sort of relationship where I’d call him up just to shoot the breeze. Even telling him about my change in job meant taking a trip down here to see him in person. His attitude to fixing up a house for me to live in with my partner was just as nonchalant as