My son, my daughter, my son-in-law and me occasionally played the German card game called Doppelkopf. We had been at it for two hours when, to my surprise, the doorbell rang. Amaya was standing in the doorway. She was dripping wet. Shortly before, a violent thunderstorm had unloaded over the city. Until now, I had kept Amaya's existence a secret from my family. I was sure that my daughter Vanessa would disapprove of the f...