Marissa Alcott used to jump for joy when her famous father, Richard Fury, called. But as she aged, the calls dwindled to zero. Whenever she’d get down, she’d remind herself that this happens when you share a father with the world.
Richard’s billion-dollar smile never falters as he signs book after book of his memoir.
“Who do I make it out to?” he asks as the next person steps up in line.
“Marissa.”
“Say, that’s my daughter’s name,” he says, smiling up at Marissa Alcott. “You kind of look like her, too.”
