The dinner had already been set up. Walker's mother was hardly tired after her day in the bakery. Instead, it appeared that she had somehow gotten younger and more energetic. Walker could only imagine that she was becoming happier and happier to have freedom in her creations. Food was her art.
He noticed the same for his father. The guards he worked with had followed him from Diamond and now worked in Genesis. The clear cut training and general respect in his workplace made him feel better than ever. It was one thing to work somewhere and another to live up to the values you had in your every day life to protect and uphold peace.
