"I know. It's one of the many features that attracted you to me and which also apparently happens to make me a good father to our child."

Scooping the girl back up into his arms, he carries her over to the bed, where he grabs a seat next to Goldy. He sets the child in his lap, facing the Fable.

"Sunshine. You've seen this lady before, right? You know her, don't you? Remember from those pictures daddy showed you? Those ones from the ski lodge and before you ask yes I took out the more risqué ones?"

The girl fixes Goldy with the kind of penetrating stare used only by small children and members of the Spanish Inquisition. And nods.

"Do you remember her name?"

The girl hesitates. Either that or she's enjoying the staring too much, it's difficult to tell.

"Come on, Sunshine. What's her name?"

She glances away, apparently bored with the whole situation; then she says: "Mommy."