Lou waited. “Okay, what is it?” he asked. “What is this final step you’re talking about?”
“Gwyn,” Yusuf said, “do you remember your dad’s favorite word?”
“Too well, I’m afraid,” she smirked.
“What does her father have to do with it?” Lou asked, impatiently.
“Actually, Lou, he has everything to do with it.”
“Gwyn is Ben Arrig’s daughter.”
Lou wouldn’t have been more surprised had the Easter Bunny come through the door. Jaw muscles went slack around the room.
“Don’t be too impressed,” Gwyn said in the silence of the gawking gazes, “Sometimes our parents are the last people we can hear, you know?” she said, mostly to herself.
Heads nodded everywhere.
“My ears have been closed to my dad’s ideas for years. ‘Don’t try to feed ...