“You’re wrong, you know,” Daddy says.
It seems a strange thing to say after we’ve made up. It seems a particularly strange thing to say while both of us are in bed, naked again. I feel instantly wary. I mean, after several months of a rela‐tion ship that always has a level of tenseness to it simply because of its forbidden and taboo nature, this whole col lege thing was our first fight.
I hated that fight.
I hate the thought that there will be another.
I swallow hard and resolve not to fight. I even resolve to pretend not to be angry if I must. Softly, I ask, “You don’t think I can get a good education online?”
“That’s not what I mean, little girl,” he says, “but I’m still going to hold you to your promise. You have to do the local classes, too.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I
