Left alone in the room, Fritz didn’t notice the two shadowy figures who watched him stand up and dust himself off.
“Daughters are best off half-beaten to death,” he muttered, and turned towards the elevator. “I’ll come back,” he called out, “once I’ve dealt with some stupid, dumb horses.”
The two ghosts watched him go.
“Well, Dad.” Mother turned to her beloved. “Looks like we finally managed to bring our Chuppypoo out of the closet. And find him a nice wife, too.”
“That we did.” Dad put his arms around his wife to comfort her as she cried quietly. “He picked well, bless him.”
“Will we ever see him again?”
“All the time, Mother, though he'll never see us again. With all the ironies in his life, how could it be different?”
“What do you mean, Dad?”
“Well.” Dad gave a small shrug. “He came to visit Dunvegas, didn't he? And, well, what did he do?”