“Dana…I…” He needed a few seconds to gather himself. Happy now?”
There just was no arguing with the man. “No need to be apologizin’ Dott. Had the boy arrived minutes earlier, Dana would not have answered the door. But, very well then.” She yelled at the hallway behind her and Dana appeared and was reintroduced to the priest. Father, this is my niece Hayden and her daughter Dana.”
The woman extended her hand with a smile. “What you don’t know, Simon,” the man said, seeming to relish his associate’s agony, “is that pretty girl ain’t my grand niece.”
“You said she was.”
“Her name ain’t Dana either.”
“What are you talking about?”
After a swig of alcohol, Fontane said, “Because Simon, her name is Daniel.”
“Daniel?”
“Yup. “Not today. “Yes Simon, I do mean that.”
Dott was aghast. You got a problem with it?”
“I can’t believe this. “Th…That’s a boy?”
“Sure is. You got a problem with it?”
“I can’t believe this. But, let’s sit and talk for a few moments.”
She motioned Dott toward a sofa while she sat opposite in an elegant colonial chair. Say it!”
“Okay, yes. Sometimes, bad timing is a good thing. They talked for some time before Dott asked the older priest how his visit with his family had gone.
