and Dad at dinner that night. And you were laughing about something. Dad was telling that story about the client in Mission Hills with the six-foot dog.”
He shook his head slowly.
“And I couldn’t say anything,” he said. “Because what if it was true? What if I asked, and it was true, and I ruined everything?”
“So I decided to find out for myself,” he said. “Without asking you. Without hurting Dad.”
He glanced at the paper.
“Ben said his mom kept all her papers in her desk,” he
