Sarah looked away from her father’s gaze. Her childhood had been delightful and Sarah carried good memories from Memphis. After they moved to Greenville, everything had changed, and she couldn’t understand why her father would bring that up now.
“Why are you telling me this?” she said. “Obviously I didn’t become the perfect young lady you wanted.”
Her father sighed. “Because, Sarah, I was trying to fix what wasn’t broken. I wanted you to be something that you weren’t. You were never going to wear dresses, never want to decorate your room with kittens or puppies, never be prissy, or paint your nails pink. Not after the way you’d been raised.”
“So I turned out all wrong?” said Sarah, the agony squeezing her chest.
“No, Sarah, you turned out just the way you were supposed to.”
She stared
