I pulled out the marriage certificate and household registration book I’d just received, flipped them open and held them in front of him.

“That’s right, it’s not ‘dad.’ He’s her father now.”

“Sorry, I’m in a hurry to celebrate my daughter’s birthday. If you have time, you can come over to the next door for a drink.”

“But..”

“We start with a million-dollar gift. I wonder if your bank account has enough?”