Larog's POV
“Susan?” I quipped, startled.
This was Gertrude through and through and she had that look in her eyes that told me she was aware; she was taunting me. Minerva was taunting me. Making me appear constantly stupid.
“What do you mean by Susan? Gertrude? Are you not Gertrude?” I asked, stupefied.
“Who is Gertrude? Susan? Have you been going around telling people your name is Gertrude? My daughter can be a bit mischievous that way,” Picasso chuckled.
“Your daughter? Like your biological daughter?” I looked wide-eyed at Picasso.
“Of course; she looks a lot like her mother but she does have my nose,” Picasso returned with a smile and when I did look from Gertrude's face to his I could see a tinge of resemblance.
“We have met, no?” I asked the girl.
“I do not know you, m
