Chapter 22
It was, Vin reflected, probably a good thing he had absolutely no interest in Chagall. He certainly wasn’t giving the exhibit any of his attention. Conveniently enough, it did give him something to pretend to focus on, but he wasn’t really seeing the paintings. His father—his father!—walked next to him, glancing at the displays from time to time as well, but mostly staring into Vin’s face as if Jonah couldn’t quite believe Vin was real. Vin could relate.
“You know,” Vin said, “when I’d have a fight with my grandparents, I used to imagine you were out there, somewhere, and you’d swoop in to save the day. That you didn’t know where I was, you’d lost me somehow.” He studied his hands. “Seems stupid now, right?”
“The whole situation is pretty crazy,” Jonah said. “But I don’t thin
