In retrospect, his father had it easy. All he had to do was send a letter or postcard each month to let the family know which swamp or jungle his expedition had taken him. No rebuttals or instant interrogations. Marriage wasn’t complicated further by social networking and IMs.

Forty years later, John smirked at fate’s twisted sense of humour. Here he was, caught in a battle of words on skype, explaining to Lily why collecting insects in the heart of Guam was more important than spending Christmas with his family.

His father had it easy. The world had really shrunk.

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