The sound of Monday Night Football abruptly ended. Caydance hung up quickly. But, as she knew it would, the telephone rang immediately. Her father, she guessed, was still recovering from the filmmaker she'd brought home last Christmas. And a conversation -- in which her mother did not mention the art historian who had joined them for lunch in San Francisco on Mom's annual Dad-is-at-Spring-Training-in-Tampa week -- was rare.
"It's not a relationship. I just met him", she said to the phone. "But I'd appreciate if you did not mention this to Mom."