"Hello, I'm Daisy from Kastillia. Can you tell me who you are?" I cautiously responded.
The young man's smile vanished, replaced by a huffy pout.
"Why don't you ask how many girlfriends my daddy has?"
Should I be asking that? It sort of made sense to inquire from the perspective of one of his daddy's girlfriends, but I disliked being manipulated into such a silly conversation.
I forced a smile and replied, "I don't even know who your daddy is. Why should I care how many girlfriends he has?"
He seemed stumped by my question. After a moment, he shook his head like a puppy, then flashed that radiant smile again.
"My daddy's name is Kevin, K-E-V-I-N. I'm Anthony, A-N-T-H-O-N-Y."
So, he really was Kevin's son.
Kevin having a grown son wasn't a shock given his age and experiences, but ha
