“We need to talk,” Laura said, pulling Rebecca over to the couch.

Gilbert walked in from the backyard, wiping his hands on a towel. He sat across from Rebecca with a serious look.

“Your grandma used to lock herself in that lab all day,” he began. “You’re not gonna follow in her footsteps, right?”

“We called you over to say—work can’t be done all in one day,” Laura added. “You need to pace yourself. Set real working ...