Charles nodded, folding the newspaper away once more. "Maybe just make sure she's busy all the time, and eventually she'll have to not resent you," he suggested. "Send her here, to volunteer cleaning up or something equally shit."

Charles paused. "But you know, I'm not exactly father of the year so what do I know? I'll be sure to tell you if I see her running around Dwyer Street, though," he told him.

He huffed a small sigh. "So is it just the kids, 'cause you look like a wet weekend right about now."