Zorro was waiting for Jaime when he arrived, and Jaime was nervous.
"I told my mother," Jaime murmured.
"I have no problem with your father knowing, Senor. In fact you may be more comfortable with the truth."
"If I keep it secret, maybe he won't find out."
"These things have a way of coming into the light, eventually. Even I had to tell my father who I was eventually."
"How was that for you?"
"I had a number of extremely lonely and misunderstood years to endure due to my stubbornness. I was not wise."
"Father will not understand."
Zorro nodded.