“Dad,” she snapped, dutifully ignoring me now. “Can I have a spin or not?” “Not.” “What? Dad, I need to get home. I told you, I have a ton of homework.” “Sorry, love, but I have a Corolla that needs a full servicing before I close up. I’ll be here another few hours at least.” “Dad.” “Daughter.” “Father!” “Fruit of my loins.”
