We were on the bus an hour later, eating a meal we didn’t have to scrounge for.
“One thing I don’t get,” he said, chewing on a stack of fries.
“Just the one?”
I leaned over and kissed his cheek. “What was that for?”
“You were amazing today.”
“True.” He turned my way and kissed my cheek.
“What was that for?”
He shrugged. “Just because.”
I chewed my burger. I took a sip of Coke. “What’s the one thing?”
He nodded. “You’re going to meet a relative you never met or heard of before. How can that be? If these people are so rich that they make the news, if you can look them up so easily online, if your last name is as rare as it seems, how come your parents never mentioned them?”
I was finished with my meal. I bagged up the trash and set it down on the floor. It was getting late. The sun
