I returned to the living room to grab her suitcases. I was glad that was over with. That talk was one I was hoping wouldn't come up, but just the same, I was glad it wasn't hanging over me. I wanted to strangle Sam for all the shit she told Brandy. What a fucking bitch.

When I brought the luggage back, Brandy was sitting on the bed with her back against the headboard, going through an old year book. She turned it around and held it up for me. "Daddy, look at my hair! It's like I'd never heard of a straightener before."

I kissed the top of her head....