Her Road Home. Laura Drake

      “You should think about it. You have talent.”

      “Yeah. Thanks.”

      The buzz of the electric router made further conversation impossible—though conversation seemed too ambitious a word. She moved to the next station.

      At the end of class, Sam spoke for ten minutes about the building trade and the future of the industry.

      When she was done, Dan spoke up. “We’ve got a few minutes for questions. This is your chance, people. Do you have anything you’ve wondered about the career that Sam could answer?”

      The blonde girl in the front row raised her hand. “Have you run into prejudice, being a woman contractor?”