Angie arches her back, rinsing away shampoo. “Did you?”
“No.”
“Why didn’t he believe you?”
“That’s how he was. Couldn’t find his wallet so he found someone to blame. My cousins were with us for the weekend. One of them said he’d seen me hide it from him for a joke. I had no idea where it was, but Dad was paranoid about things like that. He wanted to beat the truth out of me. My cousins even joined in, kicking me when I fell down. Then Dad’s wallet dropped out of Nick’s coat pocket. He’d taken it and then lied. Dad didn’t lay a finger on him or his brothers. They weren’t his kids. Dimmi, Marco, and Nick teased me about that for years.”
“Did you hit your father back? Or your cousins?”
You shake your head. “I was only a kid. I was too weak.”
“Shall we kill that memory next?”
You expel
