As I asked a friend recently, why is it that being an adult means always choosing the boring option?

(as I passed on a road trip to see a young choreographer in Vancouver, since I've got deadlines to meet and a kid to get back to school)

Maybe, after you finish up with your trio fic here, you should write something from Doris' point of view. She's how old? Where does she fit alongside the development of the women's movement?