Chapter Six“You’re in a real skills-shortage area. You have no idea how hard it’s been to find someone to take care of this,” Angela Macdonald intoned with a smile of gratitude. “Oh, we’ve got lots of inexperienced people, but no one who knows what they’re doing. And it’s so easy to make a terrible mistake and then something gets damaged and future generations just hate you for it.” She looked just like her pretty daughter, with an unruly mop of bright red hair and a dusting of freckles. She possessed the same inquisitive expression.
“How’s your daughter?” Lara asked. She cleared her throat and considered her words with care. “Did they remove the spatulas?”
The mother chortled with a good natured grin. “Kid’s, hey. Who’d have ‘em?”
Not me, Lara thought, but instead she replied, “I’m imp
