Love, Obsession, Torture
“Well, not so much. These days females are called Robin too, my Dad loved watching Robin Hood, I guess he couldn’t pass the opportunity to name me that when I was born.”
“Do you love watching Robin Hood too?” I loved how easily they were conversing, it would make easing her back into the Betton family a trifling task.
“Not really, I love reading more. I enjoy it.”
“I love these muffins, Cathy.” Margaret garbled, her words muffled by a full mouth as she plunged into her mouth another piece, washing it down with a forkful of scrambled eggs. “How are we related, Robin?”
Robin took a swig of her orange juice, her eyes roaming over my face before answering. “Well, your real father is also my fath