Cal wandered into the dining room and saw her father with his tea and a mountain of books stacked around him.
"How are the plans for the memoirs?"
"If I try to write about everything I've done, the book would fill a library. Whittling down the pile is turning out to be more of a chore than I'd thought."
"Pick the stories that changed your life."
"No one wants to read about when I met your mother, or the day you were born."
Cal poured herself tea and put jam on a slice of bread.
"I don't know, it wouldn't be a bad thing to have a human side to the fearless explorer, remind people you cared about more than discovering the world."
"Do you mind if I use some of your sketches from over the years?"
"Mind? Of course not, I did them for you."
"I guess we'd better finish up and get dressed
