Gideon

　　We step into the bedroom. “Amelie, what’s going on?”

　　She’s pacing and biting her thumb, “I think you might want to sit down.”

　　I sit on the bed, “So are you going to tell me what’s going on or chew your thumb off?”

　　She turns and gives me her one-eyebrow raise, “I just learned some critical information today. Dad said if you have any questions, I can’t answer; he will. He expects you will want to talk to him ...