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The prospect of my father walking in on me didn’t unnerve me half as much as the idea that if I hid, he’d go into my office, find Alex and get himself killed. My dad’s done horrible things to me and I’ve resented him for a very long time but the idea that he’d die thinking I killed him pushed away my uncertainty and I perhaps moved too quickly, was too hasty. I secured the towel around my chest and was about to emerge from the bathroom when my reflection stopped me dead in my tracks. I wasn’t going to go out there looking like Caine from Kung Fu so I grabbed another towel and tried to wrap it around my head. This I’d never had occasion to do in my life. I fumbled around until the bottom towel slipped just as I got my head wrapped in some sort of turban. There was a knock at the door and I grabbed the towel just in time to shield myself as my father walked into the bathroom.
I was sure my face and ears were as red as Clark’s barn. I’d just been walked in on, by my dad . . . as a woman. I was about to snap, ‘Do you mind?’ as I’d perhaps do as a man but as a woman, and stranger to him, it would be a sure confirmation that I wasn’t exactly to be respected.
So I screamed.
( the lady . . . )