Abra was coughing and staring at him. He would have expected shock, but for a girl who had almost been choked to death, she seemed oddly composed. (well… we knew it wouldn’t be easy) “I’m not my father!” Dan shouted at her. “I am not my father!” “Probably that’s good,” Abra said. She actually smiled. “You’ve got one hell of a temper, Uncle Dan. I guess we really are related.”
