It was Ellie, seated in the backseat of the Cadillac, who ultimately corrected him. “Dad, it’s Gany. With a G.” Gany laughed. “It’s short for Ganymede.” “That’s a cool name,” Ellie said. “It’s one of the moons of Jupiter.” “Sorry,” David said. “My mistake.” His head hurt. “My parents were of the ‘free love’ variety. Big-time granola hippies. And my mom was something of an amateur astronomer.” “What exactly did Tim tell you?” “He said to meet you and your little girl here around nine o’clock. I’m supposed to drive you to straight to the Fortress. No stopping.” “The Fortress?” “Of Solitude,” Gany said. “Like in the Superman comics? The ice castle in the North Pole where Supe goes when he needs a little R and R?” David shrugged, not comprehending. “I thought you were supposed to be an English professor or something,” Gany said. “Not much room in the curriculum to take on Superman comics, unfortunately,” he said. “Are you Uncle Tim’s girlfriend?”
