"Lucia, darling, we need to talk." said Dad as soon as I'd walked into the house.
"Have fun." Marion said sarcastically before she zoomed up the stairs, carrying her shopping bags.
"I know I will." I muttered in reply before dropping my bags and walking towards Dad, as he stood in the doorway to our dining room. I followed him through and sat down opposite Clark. The two of us sat on either side of our Dad, who sat at the head of the table.
"Lucia," Dad began by saying. "Do you have any idea how much you'd have to change to take Clark's place?"
"Dad-" Clark said.
"Clark," Dad interrupted. "This is important." he spoke in an authoritive voice and Clark shut up. He reverted his attention back to me. "Well, Lucia?"
"Tell me anyway." I said.
"Well, Lucia," my dad began. This was obviou
