Here it is; the final. I had a hard time deciding if this was a son or daughter, but concluded in the end that the contrast of father and daughter was nice. It may have also had a teensy, squeaky, little bit to do with my current love affair with the
Alan Bradley books. His eleven year old heroine is a poison loving, tartan skirt wearing, chemistry buff/murder detective a la Sherlock Holmes (minus the skirt), and has stolen my heart. In any event, it feels right for October.
