As she went on, the story began to sound more and more like a recitation. She asked the inevitable question, the one she knew Michelle was waiting to field like a quarterback anticipating the pass. There was a wall; she was always encountering it; the one time she was able to break through this wall was when the part in his hair was crooked. “I say, daddy,” she began, and was suddenly short of breath. Rebellious and resentful, Melusine decided there and then that she would do exactly that, come what may. She thrashed and screamed as he wrestled her back towards the bed. With his tongue lolling and his flea-bitten stump wagging apologetically, he glanced from face to face to see if there was any forgiveness visible.
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