I was surprised he didn’t sound angry. I was more surprised he didn’t tell me to leave. I sat down and waited. “You’ve been over here several times. I like you. You’re a bright young lady,” the old man began. He turned his head away from me. “You remind me of my daughter—when you’re not acting foolish.” “I didn’t know you had a daughter.” “Have. She’s dead but she’s still mine.”
