The Merger I spent a few days with my father and stepmother in Merritt Island, Florida. I was pleased to see Little Newton and Faraday were doing well. Somehow both of them had managed to befriend my father despite his best efforts. They appear to have implemented different strategies in order to accomplish that feat. Faraday never moved much, and she would simply plop herself down on his desk first thing in the morning, staying until mid-afternoon seemingly oblivious to all of my father’s attempts to move her. Little Newton, on the other hand, would peer with big eyes from around the corner until he caught my Dad’s attention and then tiptoe up cautiously for some petting. My father and stepmother said I looked very well. And I did. I was physically healthy, and I had my drive again. I told them I was planning to restart my consulting business. I had done it for eight years and it involved a lot of travel so it made for a good cover with my family. As good as it was to see my father and stepmother, not to mention Faraday and Little Newton, I never felt quite at home visiting Merritt Island.
