Settled for Dad dying. Settled for
the life of a reclusive widow, until she died too. Not much Julia
could do but not make a conscious mess of her own life. Not that
everything had gone perfectly. She had a job, she was going to school
-- although Uncle Justin kept reminding her it was "only" for
accounting. No science, no liberal arts. But she read a lot on her
own. Mysteries, new fiction, the classics that were recommended by
that stud of a librarian. Not that she understood all of it, but there
was usually something to enjoy, to learn from. Especially questions
about the Big Picture -- that always sparked her interest.
But Uncle Justin would just shake his head. It was a tech school, not
a college or a university. Lord knows there are plenty of cheap
schools in Wisconsin that offer some liberal arts courses, he would
say. To say nothing of real science. He accused her of falling for
the same trap his sister, Julia's mother, had fallen for: living in a
Wisconso-centric universe. Once he brought this up, the conversation
usually degenerated into combative silence.
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