Listen, I was wanting to ask you a couple of things. Like about your daddy. What do you know about your daddy?" She turned back to the stove again, very busy, very intent on her imaginary project. "He has a big plane," she said without looking at him. "He's bery important with a big plane." "Is that so?" She nodded. "I have news for you, Rose. It turns out I'm your daddy. How about that?" She looked over her shoulder at him. She didn't look terribly impressed. "Where's the plane?" Sean's hearing was exceptional, despite the roar of jet engines for the past ten years and the blasting of rock bands in the O Club on top of that. He heard a muffled giggle he recognized as Rosie's mother. The sneak. He leaned over to peek out the bedroom door, but he didn't see her. "At Beale Air Force Base. That's where the plane is kept when it's not flying. Would you like to see it sometime?" Rosie nodded so vigorously her curls bounced and her tiara slid farther to one side. "Can I go for a wide in it?" "That's not allowed, I'm afraid. You can go inside with me while it's parked on the ground." "My mommy goes in the helifropter." "You mean helicopter?" he asked. Again she bobbed enthusiastically. "Uh-huh. Helifropter." "She mentioned that.
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