Is it? I think she heard more algebra than fairy tales. I was always up when she'd start to fuss, I didn't want her to wake her mother, so I'd hold her, read to her from whatever I was studying at the time, she'd fall asleep in my arms.

[ He's not aware of the small smile, or the far away look in his eyes. ]

Some times it was the only time I'd see her. I worked until sundown, she was often asleep by the time I got home. I always felt I should have been home more.