Larog's POV

“Susan?” I quipped, startled.

This was Gertrude through and through and she had that look in her eyes that told me she was aware; she was taunting me. Minerva was taunting me. Making me appear constantly stupid.

“What do you mean by Susan? Gertrude? Are you not Gertrude?” I asked, stupefied.

“Who is Gertrude? Susan? Have you been going around telling people your name is Gertrude? My daughter can be a bit mischievous that way,” Picasso chuckled.

“Your daughter? ...