“Not without giving you the equal chance to do the same to him,” Summer said. “He’s very concerned about fairness that way. He might set you some kind of test, though … ” She paused, and thought for a moment. “He wasn’t surprised. When he came in here. Father wasn’t surprised.”
”What type of test?” He questions, leaning his head back against the wall, looking up at her. “And what gave you the idea he wasn’t surprised.”
She shoved at him. “What do you think? I /know/ these things, and I tell you, none of it. It was as if he expected — ” She flourished a hand, “this.” She frowned and started nibbling on a fingernail. “I wonder why?”