*Seraphine*
I still have a time of it, dealing with the truth regarding my father. I have had a multitude of moments when I was unable to reconcile the man I had known with the man he was. Why would he pretend to be something he isn’t? Because the villagers gave him deference and was so honored by his patronage that they never insisted he make good on his debts? To impress my mother? But she would have fallen in love with him anyway. He was kind and funny and dependable… until he wasn’t.
“Well, now you can see why I put off telling you. It doesn’t place my father in a very good light. Or my mother, for that matter. That she would believe him so thoroughly. But then why would she expect him to lie? She’s grown up in a tiny village where people are honest.”
“Based upon what you’ve told me
