When Violet arrived at Victor's house, she spotted what looked like a totem pole made up of the eager faces of three cherubs peering at her from the glass panels on the side of the front door. She smiled and waved at them—the totem pole merrily waving back-- and as she climbed the steps the door flung open.
“Hi, Violet!” the disassembled totem pole shouted, pulling her in and each telling her something of vital importance—in their minds anyway.
“Ya wanna see the cars I got from Reggie?” Peter said, tugging the sleeve of her coat.
“Reggie toll us we got more grandparents. Isn't that cool?” Julian said, tugging on her other sleeve.
“Uh...Reggie is who again?” Violet asked, removing her hat and gloves.
“Our other dad,” Peter said casually.
“Our first dad,” Julian corrected.
“Our biological father,” Georgiana corrected the correction.
“Oh, I see,” Violet said, gauging the varied reactions of each child. Peter seemed indifferent at best, Julian appeared excited and delighted, and Georgiana was obviously worried and anxious. “So, you met your father. How did it go?”