*Rapunzel*
Sure enough, when my father appears at the dining room table that evening, he remarks indifferently that there is nothing to do in a small town on the Scottish border. “My Luna will find no frivolities to entertain herself, and she is sure to return posthaste. I see no reason to waste my time and energy following her.”
“If you could just be kinder to her,” I implore. “She adores you.”
“You know nothing of what you are saying!” my father snaps.
“I know that you love her, and yet you treat her as if she were a veritable concubine. As if the fact that you conduct yourself with such a high moral tone means that everyone must genuflect as you pass. I know that she loves…”
He doesn’t wait for the rest of my analysis, but stands up and leaves the room. I sigh. My father’s rudeness
