““Jesper had no idea how to fill the silence that followed. He wasn’t sure what he’d expected from this meeting with his father, but a friendly exchange of pleasantries wasn’t it. Wylan cleared his throat. “Are you hungry, Mister Fahey?” “Starving,” Jesper’s father replied gratefully. Wylan gave Jesper a poke with his elbow. “Maybe we could take your father to lunch?” “Lunch,” Jesper said, repeating the word as if he’d just learned it. “Yes, lunch. Who doesn’t like lunch?” Lunch felt like a miracle. They’d eat. They’d talk. Maybe they’d drink. Please let them drink.””
