It was so sudden, so astounding, that Dannie could not comprehend it all at once. The bewildered look was still in his eyes.
“You—are my father?” he asked.
“Yes, Dannie.”
“Is it true, Gran’pap?”
“It is.”
The old man, standing with folded arms, his back to the door, his cheeks flushed, his lips set, with lightning veiled under the cold glitter of his eyes, looked the picture of dignified wrath.
Dannie turned again to his father.
“And—and you lied to Gran’pap?”
“Yes, Dannie, I did.”