"You think he’ll understand," Archangel repeated. She stared at him for a moment, then broke their locked gaze and threw the used towelette into a plastifoam container she was using as a trash receptacle. "Jack, how the slot is it that you know so much about how other people feel all of a sudden? How do you know what is best for everybody when you didn’t even know what you were going to do with your daughter just this morning? It comes to my mind that you’re only sure of what suits you."