New Beginning 709

Every year, at least once a year, I made the trip back to Florida. Mother and Dad understood but told no one; Dad did have one more brief talk with Lady Hippolyta. Everyone assumed it was to visit Disney World, maybe with a brief stop to visit my grandparents. To my social friends I played up an enormous interest in Disney World, professing it to be my "dirty little secret, so don't tell a soul!" I was emerging as a world-class cellist (thanks to my status as von Braun's pupil) and as a sophi...