"I've been called both,” Willow says cheerfully. “Sometimes by the same person in a single conversation.”
“Yeah,” Mayhem says wryly. “I totally believe it."
Dad has barely spoken throughout the exchange. He’s just watching Willow. Watching thirty-four years of a daughter he never knew, just unfold one conversation at a time.
Willow catches his look, and smiles at him.
"I've had an interesting life with lots of travel,” Willow says. “But I'd quite like to stay in one place for a while now."
Dad smiles back. "I hope you do."
A comfortable silence settles over the table, then Dad reaches for another spring roll.
“So,” he says. “How exactly do you earn a living doing what you do?"
Willow laughs. "I wondered how long it'd take before someone asked.”
“Yeah, I’m dying to know myself,” I
