Mom looked curious; Dad suspicious. Holly turned to them. “This is Mary and Gordon Parker. Mom and Dad, this is Ohlan.” Dad held out a hand. “Ohlan …?” Last name! Crap, they’d never discussed it! “Forester,” Holly blurted. Ohlan glanced at her with an amused smile, then shook Dad’s hand. “I’m honored to meet you.” Holly could tell by the muscles standing out in Dad’s forearm that he was doing one of those macho, testing handshakes. It pissed her off, but Ohlan just kept smiling. After a moment Dad let go, looking puzzled. Ohlan turned to Mom. “Mrs. Parker. I see where Holly gets her beauty.” Mom blushed and said, “Oh, pish,” but she looked pleased. “We’ve brought a picnic lunch. I hope you’ll join us.” “Thank you.” Holly went back to where she’d left her ginger ale by the spring.
