"I like the braid," he said.
"Oh, thanks Dad, Marisha helped me with it."
"How's Marisha?"
"Let me finish my homework and I'll tell you all about it."
Well, that's a first. Justine was usually responsible about doing her work, but she was also glad of an excuse to do something else. He busied himself getting dinner and found himself listening for the scratch of the pencil. When did his world suddenly revolve around Justine? Before Ingrid died, they had hired baby sitters and gone out to do adult things. Now he worked all day so that he could come home and talk with his daughter. He realized that he didn't have any friends either.
He decided that was OK as long as Justine was happy.
"OK, all done," Justine said and put her books away in the bag and hung it up. "Drasil says that I must
