Andrea“Dad, you do realize that the hospital and the law school are like five zip codes from one another and that doctors hate lawyers and lawyers hate doctors so, no, I’m pretty sure I haven’t met my future stepsister. I assume we’ll both be at the wedding.”
This was Andrea Doyle on the phone reacting to her father’s telling her that, yes, he had fallen in love with the woman he’d been seeing and that she had a daughter who attended Columbia Law School. Her father had given her brief updates since he met Eileen, but now he dropped the big one.
Andi, as she was universally known—when not “Dr. Doyle”—had not heard him sound so happy, and she hadn’t been so happy for her father, since, well, long before her mom died. She had begun to fear that it was a sound she’d never hear again but had
