Dom stared down at her. “I’m not mad, honey.” He said, with difficulty. “Why don’t you go play with your brother? We’re just going to talk about grown up stuff.”

Phillipa beamed at Saito once more, strutting past her father to take her brother’s hand. She whispered to him loudly, “Grown up stuff means kissing, I saw it on the TV...” Dom’s eye twitched as they exited the room.