"The old ones always bring good money," he said as she set the book aside. "Is it just you that's around?" She hadn't seen her mother had she? Shit. One daughter was enough, he was not quite ready for more so soon.
"You always were good at that," not that she'd really ever let him read anything she'd written, he didn't press, but one day, he'd be curious about what was going on in her head.