Coconut Grove nobody wants to hear you sing about tragedy.

Penn's mind was blank as she stepped into the water with him, his senses numb. After a moment, he managed to get his brain functioning enough again to begin noticing her out of the corner of his eye. He studied her, trying to find himself in her features. Was that dark slip on the bridge of her nose from his dark muzzle? Was the white that circled her shoulders his? With a jolt, he realized with sudden certainty at least where her eyes had come from. Two different colors, just like her mother. Whose name was... Crow's ex.

Her voice interrupted his trail of thought, and once again he couldn't help but wonder if this was all some practical joke. She had to know, right? Otherwise, why did she think so poorly of him? Maybe Crow's ex had never told her the terms she had laid out regarding their coupling. She had literally told him to bang her and then get lost. Did his kids hold it against him that he'd obeyed? Was that wrong of them?

"Seems a little harsh," Penn replied, trying to sound casual, "She must've had a slightly positive opinion of him if she gave you his name after he was already gone." Which was also weird. Why would she name their daughter after him? Or had that been her attempt at fucking with him? Was this just some giant conspiracy? Had Crow pissed her off that badly that she was determined to torment all Blackthorn men in every way possible? I mean... he could see it.