Larog's POV 

“Susan?” I quipped, startled. 

This was Gertrude through and through and she had that look in her eyes that told me she was aware; she was taunting me. Minerva was taunting me. Making me appear constantly stupid. 

“What do you mean by Susan? Gertrude? Are you not Gertrude?” I asked, stupefied. 

“Who is Gertrude? Susan? Have you been going around telling people your name is Gertrude? My daughter can be a bit mischievous that way,” Picasso chuckled. 

“Your daughter? Like your biological daughter?” I looked wide-eyed at Picasso. 

“Of course; she looks a lot like her mother but she does have my nose,” Picasso returned with a smile...