Hold on! That was a problem.
“We are not siblings, but I can explain our connection."
She rested her elbows on the table. “Go ahead."
“I need you to have an open mind."
“Okay."
He took a deep breath. “When you want something good, does it come your way?"
“Well, not my boss' job, but until then, yes, I guess so. I've never wished for anything unrealistic. I didn't want a pony when I was a kid," she said.
She took another sip of her beer, studying him.
“Do you know anything about your birth parents?"
She put down her pint of beer. “Only that they were Irish and they might have been killed."
“Have you tried to trace them?" he said.
He leaned his elbows on the table, mirroring her posture. She leaned back, her eyes getting a little warier. He'd have to tread carefully in this conv
