Where were you?” Grandpa’s grip matched the knot in his brow.

“Looking.” Emily gestured toward the exhibits.

“We’ve gone through three floors already. Mostly looking for you.”

“Surgical procedures, blood vessels, eyes in jars.”

“It’s time to go.”

“Can we come back?” Emily quavered.

Grandpa shrugged. “You’re already a scientist.”

I thought of this scene after consulting my thesaurus. It reminded me of a Scottish CEO that called our workplace “homely.” He meant “cozy, home-like, welcoming.” Not at all what our middle-American workforce thought he meant.

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