Didn’t I tell you, Lydia, honey?” he asked his wife. Lydia nodded as she chewed her food and then held a hand up to cover her mouth as she agreed. “You did, and I saw it with my own two eyes too.” “What did you tell her?” I asked slowly, trying to process what he was implying. He cocked his head to the side. “That you didn’t know.” “Didn’t know what?” His smile was bittersweet. “That he took one look at you and knew.”
