Chapter Seven
In our connected world, we are bombarded by prepackaged judgments and values. Freedom from them requires not only a desire to be free but a change in thinking equivalent to being retroactively raised by wolves. Which, of course, would leave one conditioned to think a certain way about wolves.
–Dr. Abigail Rosen, The F Word: Femininity in the New Century
Between Reginald’s dinner and bedtime, he’d begun to write short notes to Mitch that arrived in her inbox in the meat of the afternoon. They were usually welcome interruptions, but this afternoon’s email gnawed at Mitch during her walk across campus to Tilsen’s machine shop, located in the basement of the engineering building. She usually savored the time alone and the cool tendrils of air sneaking down the back of her neck
