"There's one thing I need to tell you, Katie. Miss Barbara... she's your aunt. She's your father's sister."
"Yeah, I know," she said softly, not taking her head from my shoulder.
That floored me.
"How did you know?"
"I have a faded old picture of two little kids sitting in front of a Christmas tree opening presents. I could tell that one of them was Daddy and that the other was Miss Barbara."
I smiled. This kid was one smart cookie.
"You know, you're going to have to start getting used to calling her Aunt Barbara."
I heard her giggle...