Ned knew it was a sneaky thing to do, but he walked quietly down the stairs hoping to turn the corner from the stairway before they slipped away from each other. When he reached the last step, he waited and looked into the dark room. Over the top of the couch's back, he saw two heads, too close. He cleared his throat to announce his presence, and then walked around the back of the couch and sat on another recliner, but they didn't have enough shame to separate themselves, and Ned saw exactly what he suspected: David was holding Liz's hand! What father ever thinks his little girl is ready to get married? David Markham is perfect. Too perfect. Athletic, good-looking, musical, spiritual. . . it seems like there's nothing David can't do, but Ned Stevens is unconvinced.
