HIS FAMILY CALLED HIM A LIAR ABOUT HIS NEW JOB—THEN A STRANGER SHOWED UP WITH THE TRUTH "You're not fooling anyone, Finn," his aunt Eleanor said, her voice dripping with pity. The whole family was gathered in the living room, a tribunal he never asked for. "Just admit it. There is no job." Finn, who was only 17, felt his face flush. "There is. I work for a man named Mr. Abernathy. We restore antique furniture." His uncle Warren laughed. A short, ugly sound. "Right. 'Restoring furniture.' Is that