Dante discovered that fatherhood had more buttons than any boardroom.
The first button belonged to Noah's jacket. It was small, round, and apparently created by someone with a personal hatred for powerful men. Dante stood in the upstairs hall with Noah bouncing in front of him while Livia leaned against the bedroom door, watching with an amusement she did not bother to hide.
— It goes through the hole, — Noah explained.
— I am aware of the principle.
— Then why is it not doing that?
— The jacket is resisting.
Livia made a sound suspiciously close to a laugh.
Dante looked up.
— Something amusing?
— Many things. Continue.
Noah sighed with the patience of a tiny grandfather.
— Mommy does it fast.
— Your mother does many things fast.
— She says life does not wait for people who mo
