“You must know,” he offered, “calling you ‘Papa’ is a bit of a stretch for me.” “Oh, really?” She looked at him in mock surprise. “Of course I know. I always know.” She chuckled. “But tell me, why do you think it’s hard for you? Is it because it’s too familiar for you, or maybe because I am showing myself as a woman, a mother, or—” “No small issue there,” Mack interrupted with an awkward chuckle. “Or maybe it’s because of the failures of your own papa?”
When we seek answers, god probes, unfurling the answer
