“She's here? Why is she here? And since when do you call her Rebecca?”
“You told me to bring her home. I did.”
“Yes, Dad. To her home. Her folks are worried sick. No one knows where she is.”
James blinked. I certainly misunderstood her intention. “She was all dirty and wet. I brought her here to change. And I've called her Rebecca for a few months. We're… courting, you know.”
If Kristina's jaw had fallen any farther, it would have hit the floor. “You… Becky… what? Dad, what do you mean? You're courting… planning to marry… one of my best friends?”
“Yes, Kristina,” he told his daughter. “That doesn't upset you, does it? She is eleven years older than you, after all.”
“And ten years younger than you. I guess… I guess I'm not upset, just surprised. But I was thinking about you, how you'v
