"Here we are."
"Which one?"
"This." I pointed.
"But, but—Traies? You told me your name was Lee."
"Yes, they call me Lee because my mother was called that before she was married, and it's my Grandmother's name. Traies is my father's; people don't use their father's name unless they live with him."
"I suppose not."
"What—why do you speak like that? You know him! You know my father!"
"No."
"You've heard of him I can see."
"Well, perhaps."