Cal wandered into the dining room and saw her father with his tea and a mountain of books stacked around him.

"How are the plans for the memoirs?"

"If I try to write about everything I've done, the book would fill a library. Whittling down the pile is turning out to be more of a chore than I'd thought."

"Pick the stories that changed your life."

"No one wants to read about when I met your mother, or the day you were born."

Cal poured herself tea and ...