"Impossible," he barked, "my daughter is much younger . . ." He took a pause, apparently having done the math in his head. Squinting more he looked Angela over. "... Laura ...?" Playing the part as a Hollywood starlette, her face melted into sentemental tears. Embracing the man around his neck her shoulders rocked with weeps. "Father . . . you look just as I remembered." Hesitant at first, he patted her on the back, having taken the bait. "Good lord, love, I haven't seen you in years. You are all grown up." Releasing the hug, the old man gestured for them to sit. "How is she, by the way?"