We’re outside of some small city in British Columbia. If the girls aren’t on the boat, they’ll be shopping for food or books. “I need to change one of the batteries. It’s not charging. I could use some help.” Dad pulls a few small tools out from under the sink. “From me?” I ask. To change batteries? “Yeah.” Dad chuckles as he looks up from where he’s crouched on the floor. “From you.” “Uh…okay.” How the hell am I supposed to help him with a project like this? Dad tugs on a small metal nub on the floor and pulls up a huge board, taking away a panel. There’s a large bank of eight batteries below us. “How do you know which one to change?” I ask. I don’t even know where to start with a project like this. “The boat tells me.” He smirks. “Otherwise, we’d be down here with electrical testers to figure it out.”
