"My second wife knew quite a lot about my work," the old man said defensively. "Because Angela was my secretary. So was my third wife. Well, Doris was not a secretary exactly. Doris was a headhunter from Northrop." The old man sighed. "I should never have jumped over to Northrop, but Ben Rich had the top job at the Skunk Works sewn up, and I just couldn’t stand to work on civilian subsonics."