I bridled a little. I sensed some anticipation of my imminent generational shaming. I was so busy drawing myself up to my full height and saying that I was sure I could master a few things that were not simple that I didn’t stop to consider exactly what he might mean. I took it that Annabel was good at what she did, though I had only the vaguest notion of what that might be. In any case, Michael said I should call her and gave me her direct number at work. "Knock yourself out," he said. "It’ll be great."