Maggie Strotherton asked sharply as she sat on the end of her father’s bed and watched him struggle with the black tie of his tuxedo. “You don’t know her. She’s Dr. Cabot’s goddaughter.” Sonny answered calmly though he wasn’t feeling particularly calm at the moment. Not only was he more nervous about a date than he remembered being since high school, he was annoyed by the familiar signs of possessive curiosity Maggie was exhibiting. “What’s her name?” Maggie almost demanded. Sonny’s annoyance grew, but he kept his -voice under control. “Elizabeth Farrell,” he answered. “Her nickname’s Lissa.” “You’re already calling her by her nickname?” Maggie asked in a suspicious tone. Sonny finally finished with his tie, gave himself one last look in the mirror, then turned toward his daughter. “Dr. Cabot introduced her by her nickname, Maggie,”
