Packed into a busload of British Pink Nibblers, we set off on our guided tour of the Flanders battlefields. Hers was a distant branch of my tribe of geeks so I spotted her straightaway: The colourful Doc Martins, the
Ancestry.com notebook, the cowed and limpetty boyfriend. She either monopolized the guide or conducted her own mini-lectures to those too old or lame to risk spraining a fetlock in flight. When did her interest shift from D&D to genealogy? Did it coincide with her Amidala to Cylon 8 coming of age, or her intellectual shift from Monty Python to Blackadder quotations?
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