“After I left Kronos…well, that man was so square, you could cut yourself on his corners, you know what I mean? He was the ultimate 1950s dad—wanted us to be Ozzie and Harriet or Lucy and Ricky or something.” “He—he swallowed his children alive.” “Yeah.” Rhea brushed her hair from her face. “That was some bad karma. Anyway, I left him.
