"Don't be an ass, Enzo."
"Big words there."
She ignores the comment. "Dad's gone cray-cray. After your chat with him Sunday, he's suddenly become Pod Dad and is interested in everything, and I meaneverythinggoing on in my life. He's driving me insane."
I wince. "I might have hinted Dad was being a bad father because he ignores you."
She smacks my arm. "Enzo!"
"I'm driving."
"Why would you do that?"
"Because... Look, it doesn't matter why. Just leave it to me. I have got a plan."
We hit Manhattan, and I take her to the brownstone where her lesson is, scoring a spot right nearby.
"Fine. Wait for me."
"And where am I going? I'm your driver, kid."
She grins and jumps out, almost barreling over an old couple on the street. The lady gives Lyndall the finger.
"Gotta love New York," I mutter, pulling out my iPad.
The program has been doing the work, and I follow the trails I have uncovered, my stomach sinking.
Whatever was going on with Mom and Lola's dad had been going on much longer than I thought, but I can't findanything to state they had an actual affair. My mom knew Lola's mother from school, I think.
And Lyndall's mom?
Now that one...
Fuck.
From what I can piece together that started before she married Dad. Nineteen years ago, Emilio and Jana were photographed together in a very grainy photo for some social page. It wasn't long after Mom died.
And then she hastily married my father sixteen years back...an old-fashioned shotgun wedding because...
Oh. Fuck me.
What if Lola's father is Lyndall's father, too?
And that would then mean... Christ.
Lyndall would have to deal with all the baggage that brought with it because she didn't know Jana. She was very small when she died.
I try to think of a joke about all the dead women, but I can't, because there is nothing at all funny about it. Nothing suspicious, I don't think. Just tragic.
Lola was small when her mother died, I was young when mine... And poor Lyndall...
Then it hits me.
The other thing.
And my stomach coils on itself.
I'm not related to Lola. We were always around each other when we were young, but...
