2006. Thanksgiving day. My father is driving. My 3rd step-mother is in the front beside him. I’m in the back with my little half-sister, 40 years my junior. My father says, “I remember when I was in school one day and my teacher was talking about pyramids, pharaohs. I was wondering to myself why I had to learn about them, I’d never go there.” He was laughing when he said it. He’s worked in Egypt since the early 80’s. He sheds families like a snake sheds skin.