Bunny wanted to ask how this woman had gotten her job. She had been strategizing with Francis about this during their long vacation, which had started with a flight to Seattle and a rental car and moved into a slow trip through the rainforests of the Washington coast, down through Oregon and into the redwoods, meandering between the One, I-5, and US 101. They listened to audiobooks as they drove. Francis was lightly obsessed with September 11 histories, because in his mind September 11 was a glaring example of unforgivable process error. Bunny had protested the selection of books in his Audible library, books whose titles made ominous reference to looming towers and black banners, but as they listened and drove, she was caught up. For one, the books affirmed the Glenn family’s longstanding disdain for the CIA, which Maryellen felt endangered regular diplomats by posing at embassies as something they were not. They also informed Bunny that the group in the joint FBI-CIA office that was supposed to prevent things like September 11 was largely composed of young women, and that they had derisively been called “The Manson Family” by their colleagues. There were a lot of women involved in the whole thing, actually, Bunny was surprised to learn. She was likewise surprised to learn that perhaps the first men to be extraordinarily rendered, by some iteration of this cadre, were snatched up in Baku just after the embassy bombings. Bunny felt a shiver at this. She had been there! It had not seemed like a threatening place, she told Francis. Francis told her that whenever he was tempted to obfuscate a mistake at work, or hoard information, or big-time someone, he remembered September 11. Bunny had laughed but stopped when she saw how hurt Francis looked. His current consulting project was streamlining returns processing to mitigate loss and maximize profit for a major athleisure retailer.