“Girls!” Jaspar scoffed. “Look here, Jaspar. If I have to wear a tie, so do you.” Jaspar stuck his tongue out at Bill, but moved to the bathroom mirror and adjusted it himself until it was close enough. He’d inherited Bill’s curling hair rather than his mother’s flowing locks that had gone to Tammy. A quick brush did little to help, especially as he was a past due for a haircut. Bill was really trying not to be nervous. He’d seen Perrin only briefly as he’d picked up Tammy a few times. A couple late night phone calls did little to slake his desperate desire to see the woman. To distract himself as they drove to the restaurant, he asked Jaspar to teach him the new Italian words he’d learned. Carlo di Stefano had, once he calmed down from his girlfriend Melanie’s departure, sort of adopt