os of him shaking hands with local politicians, posing with oversized checks for charity, an

remain invisible, but Matthew wouldn' t a

presence!" he announced. "Let' s give a big

ly manicured hand down Matthew' s chest. "Be ni

o them, Gabby. It' s tough out there. The economy is brutal. My cousin' s a paralegal, she says they' re always lo

y. But thanks," I

ying about my job prospects, my mind was on the oxygen reclamation system for the Orion capsule. My "unassuming sedan" was an a

ponsible for keeping astronauts alive on the moon and, one day, on Mars. The weight of that secret wa

oat club memberships, and their kids' private schools. I felt like an anthropologist studying

ystem. The lives of four astronauts had depended on my calculations. That was my world. A world of immense pressure, but

of overpriced steak around my plate. Final

ng everyone, but I

he rush, Fuller? Too good for us? Think you' re