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When Kent walks into his office, he’s surprised to see Daniel standing there, staring out the window, watching a car pull away. “Who is in that car?” Daniel asks. Kent crosses to his desk and sits down in his chair, folding his hands. He takes a moment to study his son. Daniel is tall, handsome, clever; but he doesn’t yet have the grit that he needs to lead this family. “If you already know,” Kent says softly. “Why don’t you just tell me what you’re thinking?” “Fine,” Daniel says, and Kent is happy to hear some anger in his voice. Daniel turns to look Kent in the eye. “That’s my girlfriend’s family, riding away in that car. What did you do to them?” “I did nothing to them,” Kent says, “except a favor to Fay Thompson, this girlfriend you never told me about. Tell me, how long have