11The trip to Catherine's home consisted of mumbled directions from my father. The two of them held hands in the middle seat and as I glanced occasionally in the rear-view mirror, they seemed absorbed in each other. The affection seemed genuine on both ends. It surprised me. I suppose it shouldn't have, as I'd suspected Catherine's motives from the beginning, but her pregnancy shed a new light on the subject. The two of them had known each other only several months before they'd been married but I suppose it was reasonable to expect that my father didn't have time to waste. If he was certain of his feelings and commitment and her commitment to him, why should he wait? That's the way he reasoned it out, I would have thought.
Catherine's house turned out to be a charming, three-bedroom bung
