Daddy didn't wait for any further explanation. He turned and carried the young man toward the stairway. Ava stood there with her head down. She looked up when Daddy was near the top, and then she started toward me.
"What happened?" I asked.
She glared at me for a moment. "You saw it. Why ask?"
"I don't…"
"Let me tell you something," she said, looking as if she might cry. "If you thought you were moving too quickly and magically before, it will be nothing compared to how he'll move you along now."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm not little Miss Perfect anymore. You are, or you'd better be. The writing's on the wall, Lorelei, and it's in blood," she told me and walked into her room.
Daddy Knows Best
