The next morning Eddie Frye went in search of his daughter to tell her breakfast was ready. He wasn’t surprised when he found her in her old shed, moving stuff about.

“You okay, Winnie?” he asked from the doorway, making Kaylee smile at the use of his old name for her.

“I'm shiny, Pa. Real shiny.”

“Then why ain't you with that husband of yours and my two granddaughters?” Like Simon, Eddie didn’t even think about Hope not being blood.

“Just felt like visiting. Remembering when I was young.” She patted her workbench, looking around at the disembowelled Cortex screens, the bits and pieces she’d collected when she wore pigtails, the sign on the door announcing it was ‘Kaylee’s Workshop’ , painted all around with little flowers. Maybe she hadn’t changed that much.

“Well, your Ma sent me to find you. She’s anxious we eat soon, so we can get everything ready for the rest of the family coming over later today.“

“The rest? How many’re coming?” She could still remember Simon’s trepidation at being faced with her relatives en masse at the wedding.

“Not many. A dozen or so. Maybe twenty, twenty-five.”

“Sounds good.”

“She wants to show off. You’d think that young River’s baby was her grandchild, the way she been cooing and getting all misty over him.”

“Well, guess maybe, in a way, he is.”

“How’d you figure that?”

“Well, I’m your daughter -”

“So your Ma keeps telling me.”

She thumped him. “And I’m married to Simon, and River’s his sister so she’s my sister-in-law … so don’t that kinda make her your daughter-in-law?”

Eddie laughed. “Not sure a court’d look on it like that.”

“Not talking about a court, talking about us. And Bethie and Hope’re Caleb’s cousins, no matter what, so I figure I’m right.”

“So your mother is a Grandma-in-law?”

“Something like that.”

“Oh, Winnie. You always did look on the bright side of everything.”

“Got to. Only natural. And I think you ought to put Caleb’s name in the Bible.”

“You think?”

“Sure. And I know River