It was a head-spinning summer for Danny. First came college graduation, and the inevitable question of how he’d find his purpose on the endless path ahead. Then eight glorious weeks as a camp counselor, concocting ever more ridiculous activities for second graders. Finally, his mom’s house, to face the unnerving quiet of his childhood room.
           “The Rainer’s hiring,” she offered one afternoon.
“Would I have to like paintings?”
          “I don’t know.”