He turned out to be a good dog but he had a bad habit of chewing furniture so we decided to put him in the back yard which as of today was some three ...ears ago. One night after Allen had treated my body with some very special attention and I was wobbling down the hall to the bathroom to clean up, I thought I heard our backyard gate click but disregarded it since Riley our dog hadn't barked. I went back to bed while looking at Allen as he slept, I decided to make myself a cup of tea and ambled. This one was one I would not be pulling any theatrics to get rid of, and she did look beautiful, as beautiful as her mother.“Hi daddy,” she said.“Hello. Rebecca,” I said. I was choking up seeing her like that all beautiful and she noticed. Jesus! Why couldn’t she be my daughter for real instead of the cheaters’!“I’ve missed you,” she said.“Yeah sure,” I said.“Dad, you have to come home to us,” she said.“No,” I said.“Daddy!” she said. “I want...”“Stop right there, Becca. Stop right there. You. I turn the last corner and I’m met with a line of teenage girls, all chatting and giggling, holding teddies and flowers, all seated along a wall, and since they’re all in Tasha’s uniform, I guess they’re all here to see my sister.I can feel myself getting redder as I walk past them, a few looking straight at me then whispering to each other behind their hands. As I near the door a couple of the girls I recognise make eye contact.“Oh hi” As they’re the only familiar faces I go over.“Hi, what are. ‘If it helps, my real name is Cassie. The day my daddy died, the name Traveler was passed onto me. I haven’t heard anyone call me by my real name in almost eight years now.’ In that one sentence, I understood just a little more. No wonder Traveler could be in two places at one time. When I asked my sources about Traveler, they all thought I was talking about this girl. Gender was just assumed. We talked some more, but only in generalities as the contents of her plate rapidly decreased. My gut.