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"What did you tell your mother about tonight?" asked John Greighton.

"I told her we were going out to dinner, just the two of us," lied Con. "I said I'd be back before eleven."

"I wonder how you'll explain your two weeks' worth of tan," said John, cracking a smile. "This time travel
thing's a great idea; I won't miss a single meeting tomorrow."

Sara ran her fingers through John's hair. "And we'll have two weeks together."

Con recognized Sara's gestureтАФshe was staking her claim.

"You sure you want me along, Daddy? I'll just be a wet blanket."

"Nonsense, you and Sara need to get acquainted. You're not a child anymore, it's time you took your
proper place."

"Where would that be?"

"Why... by my side, along with Sara. Maybe as a kid you resented how busy I was, but now you're old
enough to understand. This is the perfect opportunity for us to spend time together. For you to get to
know me better."

"And you won't miss a single meeting," said Con.

"That's not the point!" said John irritably. "I spent a mil-lion Euros so you could come. That proves
something."

"Just kidding, Daddy. If you spent more time with me, you'd know."
"Come on, Constance," said Sara, "it was very nice of your dad to invite you."

Nick Zhukovsky spoke over the intercom from the driver's seat, which was partitioned from the
passenger compartment by a glass panel. "Mr. Greighton, for security reasons, I'll be blacking out the
windows." The windows and the glass par-tition darkened until they were opaque.

Con stared at her reflection in the black glass. "Well, this is cozy."

'Try a glass of champagne," said her father. "It'll relax you."

"Maybe I will."

"Good. Sara, pour Constance a glass."

Con took a little sip of the wine and tried to decide if she liked it. The bubbles were nice, but she
expected it to be sweet and it was not. Still, she continued to sip as she con-templated the man she called
Daddy. His face was not the one she remembered as a child, though the eyes were the same. His chin
was a little like the old one, but the rest of his features had been redone. They looked like they had come
out of a fashion magazine, which was undoubtedly the case. It was the face of a stranger.

She mused that, as a younger girl, she would have given anything to be with her father. Then, she loved