Julia
I used my knuckles and rapped upon Mother's partially opened office door as I stepped inside. The interior of her office wasn't much different than my father's. Mom's had a feminine touch that was hard to pinpoint. She and Dad shared a common space where Janie and Mom's assistant, Kathy, worked.
As I appeared, my mother looked up from her desk, her surprised expression indicating she wasn't expecting this early-morning visit. It had been four days since her big party, and while I'd spent most of my waking hours going through the information from Wade Pharmaceutical, I had to admit that Van's knowledge and questions had broadened my curiosity.
Van emphasized that he had no proof. That was why he framed them as theories—a rational type of abstract thinking used to account for a si
