“That’s because you’re a man, sweetie,” she said, patting my arm. “I just want you to know that I see how you’re taking care of my girl. In all their time together, I never once saw Warner bring her a cup of coffee. Never once saw him do anything that benefited her unless it benefited him too. So thank you for that. Thank you for seeing my girl and wanting to be there for her.” “You’re welcome.” It seemed like the appropriate response. “Out of curiosity, why do you call her Daisy?” she asked. “She had flowers in her hair when I met her.”
