"Quit stalling?" Meredith murmured. "What the hell does that mean?"
"You said a bad word," Angelica said, her eyes wide. "Oh, get over it," Meredith muttered. George Callahan wandered into the room.
"Whatchya doing?" he asked, peering down at them.
"Come join us, Daddy," Kylie said. Lee winced at the sound of the word-he had noticed she rarely called him that, and had several theories as to why. George and Laura had never been married-George wanted it, but Laura didn't-and while Kylie did share his last name, he knew that Fiona thought of her as a Campbell through and through. He had experienced his mother's subtle but relentless propaganda all his life, and knew that when Fiona wanted something, she usually got in the end.
"Yeah, Mr. Callahan, come on!" Angelica said, sliding over to make room for him.
"Okay," George said, lowering his bulky body down to the floor. He sat cross-legged between Angelica and Meredith, sweat gathering on the back of his neck as he settled down. He folded his thick legs stiffly under his body, joints creaking, hunching awkwardly over the table. He reminded Lee of a bull elephant trying to hatch an egg.
"All set," George said. "Now, what shall we ask it?"
He had barely placed his fingertips on the pointer when it flew off across the board again, even faster than before.
Lee stared at it as it zipped from letter to letter.