Daddy pulled out his phone and began texting. He then put it back down on the table, and drank from his pop. The phone rang 10 minutes later.

"She's going to love this," he said quietly, before answering the phone. He switched it to speaker so I could hear.

"I should honestly be kept on retainer for the number of times I bail you out," she said. I rolled my eyes.

"I'm not asking you to bail me out," he said. "I am seeking your counsel."

"I charge $400 an hour for that. Am I on speaker?"

"Kit was there as well, so she deserves to hear."

"Kit?" she said,...