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Happy Father’s Day to everyone who fills that role for someone!
My gift to my husband is a day of baseball without the kids.
Because I rock at gift-giving like that.
The receptionist from last week might be distracted by our boys, but she does eventually find the right office . . .
The receptionist paused at a room, knocked softly, and opened the door. “Your two o’clock is here,” she said.
“Thank you, Sheila,” said a voice from the other side of the massive mahogany desk filling one end of the well-appointed office.
A woman stood and flowed around the enormous piece of furniture, which was spread with documents and scattered over with data crystals. Her terminal screen sprouted old-fashioned sticky notes like a bright yellow mutant flower.
She held out her hand. “Citizen Mykota-Regold, how nice to meet you at last. I’m Samantha Rhys-Hargaty, but please call me Samantha.”