Vivian froze at her brother's question, her fork midway from her plate to her mouth.  Just how much did Lloyd know about her relationship with her Father?   She had no idea how much he and Father had communicated after he left.  He had never discussed Lloyd with her.   Up until the very moment he had lain on his deathbed, he had not even mentioned her sibling in any of their conversations.   But with his piercing gaze upon her across the table, she couldn't help but feel perhaps he and Father had communicated more than she realized.  What should she do now?   If she lied, and he knew the truth...he could become angry enough to kick her out of the house should the executor grant it to him that afternoon.   But could she really tell when what had happened between her and her Father?<br/><br/>As he turned his focus to Sarah, she looked down at her plate.  Only half realizing it, she found herself whispering.  "Father....used to ask me...to help test the products his company produced.  Said it helped save him money...so he didn't have to hire outsiders...."   She kept her eyes fixed on the plate before her.