“Why aren’t they together anymore?” I ask. “I don’t know. Maybe Daddy didn’t approve.” “Her daddy?” “No, his.” Lyddie shrugs. “The General’s not known to welcome strangers into his midst with open arms.” “The General? What does he have to do with this?” She gives me a bemused look. “It’s his father.” “Whose father?” I feel like we’re having two different conversations now.
well gee, Wren, you two were talking about Ivy and Cross. I wonder who the "he" she is referring to A-HYUCK
