“Yeah. You said you had a company, right? Soap or something?” “Yeah, I do, but …” I falter. “You know, Henry would be the better person to ask.” If anyone understands the business world, it’s him. There’s a long pause and then, “You know what, it’s okay. I’ll find someone else—” “No, no! It’s fine. I can help you with this. Or try, at least.” This is Henry’s daughter. She’s going to be my stepdaughter, a reality I haven’t wrapped my head around yet.
