Shania stood at the entrance at Cedar Bend Country Club waiting for her father. He had called the day before and invited her to lunch at noon. She looked at her watch, finding he was already fifteen minutes late. While she was not particularly surprised, she was a bit irritated. Her father, prominent trial attorney, sometimes forgot that the world did not revolve around motions and arguments. He would never imagine being late for an appointment with a judge or opposing counsel, but family? Well, Shania was used to it.