"What are you saying, Papa? Get yourself a fake nose or chin, that wouldn't be enough. You could always get yourself a new fella, but then by the time you'd be able to trust him with something so important Fisher might learn about him." she could not imagine her father looking any different as he had been the same since she could remember.
She came to sit on the little ottoman to his right. "It would have to be a big change, you have one of those memorable faces." after another drink she was beginning to wish she had made hers Irish. Oh well.