"Bob jumped in and asked, "So tell me, Dani, what's the story with youand your husband? I assume you're separated or have an openrelationship?" You'r... married," Hawk asked surprised."Well yes I have a husband but let's just say he's OK with me seeingother men and in fact, he encourages it as we have an understanding.So, Hawk, that's an interesting name, is it a nickname or your birthname," Dani asked changing the subject.That made me think about what Bob just asked. Did Bob believe I. Then what?" He planned to get into watered stock the next day, so held that back.That evening, as they ate their supper, he was still thinking about his history classes. "We had fun today, got into business cycles and the depression, supply and demand, the great depression of 1929. I'm hoping to avoid our recent gasoline debacle." No fun there. When I was young, we had our grandparents living with us, my mother's folks. They had lost their farm in the depression, went in a sheriff's sale.. He was the one who had revealed my true origins. If anyone could answer the many questions that battled within my head, he could.“What’s going on?” I asked nervously. I wanted them to tell me this was some sort of joke, but their expressions said otherwise. This was real. I was adopted.“I’m sorry,” said my father in a sheepish voice. I had never heard him sound so unsure. He had always been the strong, silent type. “I wanted to tell you,” he continued, “but you mother, the woman that raised. Campbell wasn’t thrilled with playing informant to me. So I had to placate him. I offered to take him out to dinner, if he would tell me more about creatures like us. When I flashed him my American Express Card, he relented. We took the Green Line Train from Mass. Ave to Copley, then went inside the Mall’s Food Court for a bite to eat. There, Campbell told me all he knew about our kind over some delicious Chinese food. I ordered shrimp-fried rice with orange chicken, chicken teriyaki and three.