" "How were you raised?" she asked." "How were you raised?" she asked. "On Earth. Son of a rather insular, powerful family. Knew too much by the time I was twelve, too little by the time I was fourteen. You know how Earth was back then." She nodded. "I took a class in Terran history, especially the part you grew up in." "That seems to be a particularily popular class with people who are trying to figure me out. And it seems to me that you're in a particularily privileged position to try. Are you?" "Am I what?" she said, again with her mouth full. "Going to write about figuring me out?" "Nope." "Good." There was silence for a while, and she said "I love you, Daddy." "Rainy, I love you too. I always have, and Gods willing, I always will." "Do you love me more than Richard, or less?" "That's a mean question. I thought children eventually outgrew it. "I still want to hear your answer." "How about, I love you two different. |