Then Piscine Molitor Patel, known to all as Pi Patel, bends down and picks up his daughter. “You know the answer to that question. Hmmm? You’re four years old. One, two, three, four.” At each number he softly presses the tip of her nose with his index finger. She finds this terribly funny. She giggles and buries her face in the crook of his neck. This story has a happy ending.
