“You are going to be a prima ballerina, and Chris is going to be a famous doctor, and you are going to achieve all of this by running away to Florida to perform in the circus? Of course I’m of another stodgy generation and I can’t fathom your reasoning. Does it really make good sense to you?” Now that we were out of the locked room and the attic and in the full light of reality, no, it didn’t make good sense.
