“Who is my father?”

“I know, Mary.”

“What? Well aren’t we just full of surprises, Harry?”

He made to answer his wife but changed his mind. Turning to Mary, Harry said, “Your Dad is Johnny Stincewicz.”

Victoria jumped to her feet. “Oh, no. No. No. No. NO! Mother would never …”

“Yes she would. And she did,” Harry said. “He was not then the man

he is today.”

“Who is he?” Mary willed herself to ask.