“You will bring him to me, Mother,” Amman said. “The lion-man.”
Is that an order? Avni started to ask, but stopped herself. She wasn’t sure she wanted to hear the answer. “Of course I will,” she said. “But it will take time.”
“Daisy told me you would say that,” Amman said. “She says that she does not like to be kept waiting.”
Avni forced herself to swallow. “Darling,” she said, “Daisy can’t talk. You know that.”
“She talks to me, Mother. Only to me.”
“I see.” Avni looked at the floor. *He is not getting better. He is getting worse.*
“You will bring him to me, won’t you, Mother?” Amman said.
“I will make some calls,” Avni said. “Perhaps hire some detectives. There must be a way. I will find it.”
“Good,” Amman said. “I think you had better do that.” He turned to leave. “After all,” he said, “you wouldn’t want to end up like Father.”
