Robert shoved the battered wooden rocking horse into Josephine’s arms while laughter rolled across the Christmas room.
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Chapter 25 - THE NEXT GENERATION
Josephine became an industrial designer.
I blamed Anna.
She blamed nobody.
At twenty-eight, she designed adaptive classroom furniture for children with mobility differences.
Everwood offered to license one design.
She laughed when she told me.
“What?”
“Life is stupid.”
“Are you saying no?”
“I’m saying I’m getting independent counsel.”
I almost cried.
She negotiated.
Market royalty.
Safety testing.
No family preference.
No requirement to appear in marketing.
The product did well.
Not a billion-dollar miracle.
Useful chairs.
Stable desks.
May you like
Things children could sit in without anyone ranking whether they deserved them.
That was enough.
