"Yes, that's... that's fine. Just leave when you're done. We'll talk... some other time. Maybe," she says, looking glad for an excuse to depart. She waits a moment, to see if he has a reply, then vanishes.<br/><br/>While he's working, he feels a pair of small arms close around his back leg. "You're my real daddy, aren't you?" one of his daughters says, smiling up at him. "You're not scary, like he was."