Chapter Eighteen
Confession And A New Gag
Aruf Mahjalis
I continued to observe my daughter while she settled into her new environment and restrictions. She seemed to be adapting fairly quickly, as the young do, but I wished her to continue paying for her misdeeds; remembering them and her temporary freedom from the dictates of our society, traditions, and religion.
Seven days after she’d been fitted with her new boots, I received her ‘Confession’ on my computer and afterward spent two days reading through it with great interest; comparing it with what had actually been observed and recorded. I found many discrepancies and omissions and saw that she had tried to cover them with such phrases as ‘I forget what happened then’ or had not even mentioned many of the events she’d been an int
