Jack of Harts

Dad escorted me and Tai into my little bungalow, and I introduced Tai as a visiting cyber before saying they didn’t have anything to fear from her. Which of course alarmed the smarter of them. Dad may have pursed his lips a bit at that. He was no idiot. Tai just raised an eyebrow at me. My look dared her to correct me. Dad stepped into the middle of the room to cut off the confrontation and pointed at two of the characters. Then after another slow scan, he called a third over, turned to Tai, and asked if that was all. She nodded and he sat down on my piano bench as if there was nothing to be worried about. Well, I was worried, let me tell you.