wide, flat valley bottom. We slow as the road levels out, and we pass small farms and stands of willows. I canât imagine being happier than this, cycling along on a beautiful summer day beside Annabel. Iâm trying to imagine this moment lasting forever when Annabel powers off, yells âRace you,â over her shoulder and leaves me in her dust.
Iâm panting and sweating when we eventually pull in among the cars, campers and tour buses in the parking lot of the Royal Tyrrell Museum. We chain our bikes and join the tourists going through the main doors. We explain that we have an appointment with Dr. Owen and are directed through the exhibition hall to where he will meet us, beside the huge T. rex skeleton that is one of the museumâs treasures. As we wait, I stare up at the skeletal jaws lined with curved, razor-sharp teeth, some of which are as long as my hand. âHe seems to be smiling,â I comment.
âWhat makes you think itâs a male?â Annabel asks.
âUm, heâs really big?â I suggest.
âThat doesnât mean anything,â Annabel says. âThere are many species where the female is considerably larger than the male. The male triplewart seadevil is a tiny stunted creature that can only live as a parasite attached to the much larger female.â
I feel like a tiny stunted creature when Annabel comes out with stuff like this. Sheâs not only smarter than I am, sheâs smarter than everyone I know put together. âWhatâs a triplewart seadevil when itâs at home?â
âItâs an anglerfish. They can live in depths of six thousand feet in the ocean.â
âAnd how many decimal places can it recite Pi to?â I ask, teasing Annabel about her obsession with learning the endless number.
âOh, female triplewart seadevils are known to recite Pi to over one million three hundred thousand decimal places. Though the males can only manage five or six.â
She says this so seriously that it takes me a minute to realize Iâm the one being teased. âOkay, you win, but I doubt the male T. rex was a helpless parasite.â
âProbably not,â Annabel agrees, âand this one, male or female, is impressive.â
âActually, the female T. rex may well have been larger than the male.â We turn to see a short, bearded man wearing a shirt and pants that seem to be mostly bulging pockets. âYou must be Sam and Annabel,â he says, stepping forward and holding out his hand. We shake. âIâm Dr. Robert Rawdon Mallory Filbert Owen, the museumâs director of dinosaur research, collection and exhibition,â he says with a grin. âQuite the handle, eh? I always give my full name. It seems such a shame to waste it, but everyone calls me Dr. Bob. Iâm so glad your mom could set up this visit.â
His welcome is interrupted by the opening chords of Deep Purpleâs âSmoke on the Water.â Dr. Bob looks sheepish and digs into one of his many pockets. âFirst thing I ever learned to play on the guitar,â he says, dragging out a cell phone and stepping away. âExcuse me.â
âDr. Bob plays classic rock?â Annabel says, her face breaking into a broad grin. âCool!â
âSorry about that,â Dr. Bob says, stuffing his phone away in a pocket. âTechnology is convenient, but it does make it hard to escape. Have you had a chance to visit the excavation site yet?â
âNot yet,â I say. âWe were going to go down yesterday, but the rain made it too slippery.â
âRain is unusual here in summer, and it does make moving around in the coulees difficult. We didnât have anyone on site yesterday anyway. The team is back working at the dig today. In fact, I was planning to go down to see how things are going after Iâve finished here with you. Youâre welcome to tag along.â
âSure, thanks,â I say. I
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