"Thank you," I said.
"We'd like to meet her," Mom said, back on the line. "Properly. Not over the phone. Not at some event where we're all performing for other people."
"I'll talk to Lena," I said.
"And you should visit," Dad said. "Both of you. Before the babies come, while it's still manageable for her to travel. We're not getting younger Cole. Neither are you."
"I know," I said.
"We mean it," Mom said. "This distance between us. It's gone on long enough."
I sat with that for a moment.
"I'm not coming back to the business," I said. "If that's part of what this is."
"It's not," Dad said, though there was a pause before he said it that told me it had crossed his mind. "We've made our peace with that. Mostly."
"Mostly?" I repeated.
"I'm seventy years old, Cole," he said. "I don't
