“This is Sadie,” he told his father, tucking a hand around Lia’s waist as he introduced her by her alias of choice. “And by the door, we have Esmerelda, Erma, and Barf.” For the first time, I saw a flicker of annoyance cross Townsend Senior’s face. “Barf?” He eyed Dean. “It’s short for Bartholomew,” Lia lied smoothly. “Our Barf had a speech impediment as a child.”
