It said something about how much Doob had changed in the last year that he didn’t let out a derisive snort. His face did not even change, or so he told himself. He looked over at Amelia, sitting next to him, for confirmation. She’d been trying to help Doob out. For the kids, she explained. It doesn’t matter what you think, Dubois, or what you feel. It’s not about you. It’s not even about science. Right now it’s about telling the kids in my classroom what it is that they have to hope for. So shut up and get it done.