"Of course, Daddy," she answered, as if I'd asked a foolishly obvious question.
"Can you teach me?"
She looked at me impishly. "You're already learning it a little. But you're so slow! You see, you didn't even know you were learning."
Her voice took on a wistful note, a tone of loneliness.
"I wish—" she said, and paused.
"What do you wish?"
"You see what I mean, Daddy? You try, but you're so slow."
All the same, I knew. I knew she was already longing for a companion whose mind could match her own.
A father is prepared to lose his daughter eventually, Star, but not so soon.
Not so soon....