After a while, they sat together sharing Robert’s idea of ‘gourmet cooking’ – Chinese takeout. He looked up from his beef foo yung, eyes still red. “I’m…”

“Shut up,” she said, smiling. “You’ve already apologized about a thousand times in the last…” She made a show of studying her watch. “Ten minutes? Eleven?”

He laughed. “Alright, alright. You’re blind, why do you even wear that thing?”

“Let’s see…” She gave him her ‘I’m thinking really hard’ face. “Vanity? Habit? Just to make you laugh?”

“That I would believe.” His smile vanished as suddenly as it appeared. “But you have to understand, Tabi. The risk you’re planning on taking…”

“I know, dad,” she said softly. “But I have to do this, to try to make things how they’re supposed to be.You and Tommy, normal. Me, not a trained killer. Mom, anything but Robo-Bitch.”

“Okay,” he sighed. “Do you want me to come?”

“No,” she said. “I’m better off on my own. You’re… Well… Noisy.” She smiled, sheepishly. “But you can help.”

“Anything,” he said.