The next morning, Angela woke early, and quietly slipping out of bed, found her father sitting in the kitchen. “Is Rory still sleeping?” she asked, pouring herself a cup of coffee, and joining him at the table.

“Like a log,” Jack answered, his eyes on his newspaper. “No wonder. He chased the pigeons through the park all afternoon." He coughed and lowered his voice. "I take it Griffin stayed overnight?"

“Yes, Angela said, we had a good chance to talk,” Angela ...