“Okay, o,” he said, chuckling. “He’s gone beyond, anyway…Your father wasn’t just titled, he was in a society, too.” I cocked my head. “One of those secret traditional societies?” He nodded. I leaned against the back office doorway, my arms across my chest. “I guess I can imagine that.” I held up my hand, looking at the ring on my thumb. “I’m actually glad I took it.”
