We walked up the path to the front door. I knocked and waited. I heard footsteps on the other side. A man answered the door in a yellow robe and bare feet. He looked about 55 or 60. If this was Lily's old man then he was about the same age as her fiance.
"Yes? Can I help you?" he asked.
"Hello, sir. Are you Lillian Wells' father?" I asked jovially.
He suspiciously said, "Yes..."
"Hello, sir. My name is Jacob Randolph and I work for Screen Time magazine."
"We don't want a subscription," he said, quickly closing the door...