“Hey, kiddo,” Rory said.

He reached into his back pocket, took out his leather wallet and opened the billfold.

He stepped forward and pressed a green bill right into her open hand.

“Go get yourself some pizza with your friends tonight.”

Sadie looked down at the twenty-dollar bill lying on her fingers.

“Are you sure?”

“Sure I’m sure,” he said, giving her a quick, familiar smile that crinkled the skin around his eyes.

“You think your old man can’t buy his own girl a pizza?”