"Perhaps, but you've done it well," Abby replied, smiling. She pulled back, bringing a hand up to gently brush a bit of hair back from his eyes. "I've walked by a few times- it always seems so busy, and people always talked about you-" She broke off, blushing, and she looked down to her lap again. "I haven't known Bridget very long, but- what I've seen of her is- she's wonderful. Friendly and cheerful and forgiving- oh, I was so surprised when she told me you were her father."