Evangeline
Nothing like being in Paris, the city of light and love, the capital of romance and sensuality…with your dad.
We’ve barely talked about Leonard and Carter. He obviously doesn’t want to know anything about it. He’s watching me, though, as if worried I’ll crack.
And yeah, I’ve cried a lot, so maybe he’s right to be concerned. But he’s treating me as if I’m going to weigh myself down with stale baguettes and throw myself into the Seine.
The only thing he’s said about Leonard and Carter is, “I don’t blame you, Pumpkin. None of this was your fault.”
He does realize I’m twenty-six, doesn’t he? It’s not like I was groomed into f*****g around with them. I went into it knowing that one, it probably wouldn’t last, and two…it probably wouldn’t last.
“Doing okay?” Dad asks as we leave
